Flowers Grow Out Of My Grave

I was floating above my bed,

Like a body in a river, in car.

And the only sound in my head

was a dying cricket in a jar.

And I saw little beams of light

come into the bedroom,

from underneath the door.

And they crawled under my sheets,

and they came out of every single pore.

When I think about you, (oh oh oh!)

When I think about you, (oh oh!)

When I think about you,

flowers grow out of my grave, grave grave!

Grave, grave, grave!

Flowers grow out of my grave!

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