Into the garden I go
and plug the flowers made of snow
and watch the snow turn to water
remembering yesterday
Into the garden I go
and plug the flowers made of bones
and watch the blind side of your eyes
remembering yesterday
It would be nice to see your face here
the face that wasn't mine
to fix the shadow
to fix the shadow
and plug the flowers made of snow
and watch the snow turn to water
remembering yesterday
Into the garden I go
and plug the flowers made of bones
and watch the blind side of your eyes
remembering yesterday
It would be nice to see your face here
the face that wasn't mine
to fix the shadow
to fix the shadow