Yours, Flowers | Emotional Deep House | Vocal House & Chillout | Male Vocal.

Yours, Flowers | Emotional Deep House | Vocal House & Chillout | Male Vocal. Three in the morning. The rain keeps falling. And the flowers are still on the table. He can't sleep. He can't let them wither. So he buttons up his shirt in the dark, grabs his keys, and does the only thing that makes sense at 3am — he drives through the rain, flowers in hand, straight to her door. This is Flowers on the Table. The song that started everything. For the ones who can't sleep. For the ones who've driven somewhere at 3am without knowing what they'd say when they arrived. For the ones who let the flowers speak for them. 🎧 Perfect for: emotional deep house male vocal deep house late night music night drive music romantic deep house vocal house mix chillout mood deep feelings afterhours listening 3am thoughts LYRICS The flowers on the table I can't lie down Three in the morning and the rain keeps falling Slow and steady without end A deafening silence fills the room The raindrops running like tears across the glass Make me remember your fingers sliding down my back Writing words that nobody else could ever read I button up my shirt in the dark Something in me shifts... I take the flowers from the table They cannot wither I grab my car keys And call on loneliness to walk beside me I drive through the rain in the middle of the night The morning cannot wait I park the car on the corner, flowers in hand I walk through the rain in silence with direction Straight to your door, the flowers cannot wither I knock and hold my breath Yours, Flowers... I still remember the feeling of your skin Soft and sweet beneath the palm of my hand The way your perfume stayed inside my chest Long after you left, long after the end The streetlight never stops its flickering Your shadow still lives inside this room I hold the stems the way you used to hold them And walk out slow into the silver and the blue I can't let go The night is not yet gone... I take the flowers from the table They cannot wither I grab my car keys And call on loneliness to walk beside me I drive through the rain in the middle of the night The morning cannot wait I park the car on the corner, flowers in hand I walk through the rain in silence with direction Straight to your door, the flowers cannot wither I knock and hold my breath Yours, Flowers... The streets are empty Red lights won't stop me now Looking at the wet road ahead Thinking of what I'll say when I arrive Maybe nothing — just let the flowers speak for me Maybe just the proof that I'm still alive Still yours... I take the flowers from the table They cannot wither I grab my car keys And call on loneliness to walk beside me I drive through the rain in the middle of the night The morning cannot wait I park the car on the corner, flowers in hand I walk through the rain in silence with direction Straight to your door, the flowers cannot wither I knock and hold my breath Yours, Flowers... Subscribe @YoursFlowers for more emotional deep house, vocal house, male vocals, chillout mixes and intimate late-night playlists. Yours, Flowers 🌹 #YoursFlowers #DeepHouse #EmotionalDeepHouse #VocalHouse #Chillout #MaleVocals #FlowersOnTheTable #NightDriveMusic #LateNightMusic #DeepFeelings #ForTheOnesWhoCantSleep #MoodMusic #ChillMusic #RomanticDeepHouse #3AM