Flowers
On that bench in the field
Was the last time I could feel
More than alone
Out in the dirt
In the Garden of your words
You spoke
I remember
As you drift of to sleep
I wanna see what you see
Drowning in sheets
At the bottom of the week
Can't bring me along
But you
Was the last time I could feel
More than alone
Out in the dirt
In the Garden of your words
You spoke
I remember
As you drift of to sleep
I wanna see what you see
Drowning in sheets
At the bottom of the week
Can't bring me along
But you
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Writer(s): Amandeep Sidhu, Hafiz Nazhri
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