Flowers On My Shirt

Gotta go quick ending absurd
Who says the vision is nearly blurred 
Fingers fingers fingers fingers 
It's the end this time I know 
Blow breeze, the air is heavy 
Hangs down where you walked before 
Telling lies and using spoons 
To find the rebels in the rooms 
Where Jesus was all the time 
Caring for the tender children 
Looking at the rooms once more 
I find a line drawn on the wall 
It spells your name my lord and yes 
I accept, I think we should go