I'm going under 'Cause beauty's religion And its Christened me with wonder And if Venice is sinking Jesus hangs behind the glass Above Venetian doors His window box boasts crimson flowers Fresh cut the day before And you couldn't find a smile

Who am I, darling to you? Who am I, darling for you? I come alone here And meet me there, bundles of flowers We wait through the hours of cold Winter shall howl at the walls Tearing down doors of time Shelter as we go

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

Où sont tes héros Au corps d'athlète? Où sont tes idoles Mal rasés, bien habillés? Dans leurs yeux des dollars Dans leurs sourires des diamants Moi aussi, un jour Je serai beau comme un Dieu

Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with

You can't imagine how I hate this Put the flowers you find in a vase Don't let them die on the vine, it's a waste There's a science to walking through windows I'm trying, but I've gone Through the glass again Just come and find me

Now we're livin' on love Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (hey) Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (hey) What can I do? Let's toast the one's who got away Three cheers for what we didn't say Well, if it matters Here's some flowers

I keep drinkin' malted milk, tryin' to drive my blues away Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin' as the flowers is in May And I have a funny,

There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you Dig my grave with a silver spade Every link in my Jesus name Ever hear that church bell tone When I'm dead don't grieve for me Come right here and put flowers on my grave See that my grave is kept clean