A red flower in the sand

There is a flower growing out of sand.
Why is it here? Why is it red?
But, that’s the way it is
In this strange dream of mine.
A red flower in the sand.

The flower is swept up by the sea.
Why does this happen? Why does it drown?
But, that’s the way it is
In this strange dream of mine.
A drowning flower in the sea.

Here comes a girl to lend a hand.
Why is she here? Why does she bleed?
But, that’s the way it is
In this strange dream of mine.
A hurt girl lending a hand.

She saves this flower and hands it to me.
What’s going on? Why does she laugh?
But, that’s the way it is
In this strange dream of mine,
A laughing girl handing the flower to me.

I touch the flower and it cracks in my hand.
Why is this so? Why does it bleed?
But, that’s the way it is
In this strange dream of mine.
A bleeding flower in my hand.

I cried for the flower by the sea.
How could this be? Could it have died?
But, that’s the way it is
In this strange dream of mine.
A dead flower by the sea.