Flowering
I've got a pot of gold
Hidden out beneath the snow
On a hill above a lake
There's a place I sit and wait
And think of the things I should say
When I'm with you
When I looked, I realized
That the dog was still alive
So we took it to the vet
And they opened up her side
And when they took the tumor out it was flowering
I rubbed the thought of you
Between my fingers, like dried up glue
And I can't believe the times
You can die but still survive
On a screen and on a line, you'll be flowering
Hidden out beneath the snow
On a hill above a lake
There's a place I sit and wait
And think of the things I should say
When I'm with you
When I looked, I realized
That the dog was still alive
So we took it to the vet
And they opened up her side
And when they took the tumor out it was flowering
I rubbed the thought of you
Between my fingers, like dried up glue
And I can't believe the times
You can die but still survive
On a screen and on a line, you'll be flowering
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Writer(s): Patrick Mcguire
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