Pressing Flowers

Meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tall

Down by the gate

I got a secret that I might tell

It'll give me away

Ooh

Whatever you do

Ooh

Keep it with you

Meet me on the back porch where ivy climbs

Where they sat on the swing

Soak up the color of the midday sun

While the ocean sings

Ooh

Whatever you do

Ooh

Keep it with you

You and I

Well we're just pressing flowers

They're dying

But they're ours

Meet me in a poem of an iron bed

Wipe the dust away

Meet me in the tintypes from long ago

Trace the lines of my face

Ooh

Whatever you do

Ooh

Keep it with you

Keep it with you