when they bury me
when my head pours into the ground
my thoughts will all grow flowers
sprouting out all around
some will be violet
and yellow and green
and others will only be black
they'll tell my life's story
to all who walk by
and there will be no hidden facts
don't be suprised
if the flowers all have your eyes
and for petals your long flowing hair
and though you'd like to pick them
i'd rather you just left them there
when i said i loved you
the flowers all turned red
when i broke your heart
they all went pale instead
when we kissed
the sun shown through in yellow
when i did you wrong
the blackness crept in from below
(chorus repeats)
when i am dead and i am buried
in a long wooden box
alone with nothing but the dirt
myself, and my thoughts
i will grow a mighty tree
straight out of my heart
i will grow a mighty tree
straight out of my heart
and the fruit will bear your name
and it will grow forever strong
forever strong

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