Flowers in My Blood

A week of Sundays
To see Nirvana
A Toll is due
My darling Sarah
The light is Red
Yourself is cold
You breathe a scent 19 years old
We are such stuff as dreams are made of our little lives are rounded with sleep

Flowers make you feel good
Where I never could
Flowers in my, flowers in my blood

A week of war
To steal the summer
The coals are raked
With silent warnings
Tonight may disturb the dreams of birds
And leave us willing to start again

Flowers make you feel good
Where I never could
Flowers in my flowers in blood
In my blood in my blood



Credits
Writer(s): Cari Cartmill
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