I, I know I am dying
Still I'm gonna trying
I'll make it better

(It's over, it's over)
I know I am dying
(It's over, it's over, it's over)
Still I'm gonna go trying
(It's over, it's over)
I'll make it better
(It's over, it's over, it's over)

Cyclamen, you're holding it again
There's winter in every spring
It's time to let go
Cyclamen, the temperature's rising again
But your tuber is absorbing the rain,
Continues to grow

Cyclamen, it's hard to breath 'cause the air
Is filled with your prayers again
You've got to let go
Cyclamen, time will always be lighter than pain
It floats away from your stem
You're left with a bulb

(It's over, it's over)
(It's over, it's over, it's over)
(It's over, it's over)
(It's over, it's over, it's over)