It's like I love this pain It's like I love this pain a little too much Love my heart all busted up Something 'bout her, we just don't work But I can't walk away She's no good for me I know that she's a wild flower She's got a restlessness A

To keep my rose in paradise She was a flower for the takin' Her beauty cut just like a knife And he was a banker from Macon Swore he'd love her all his life Bought her a mansion on a mountain With a formal garden and a lot a land But paradise became her

My love, she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true like fire, like ice People carry roses Make promises by the hour My love she laughs like the flowers Valentines can't buy her In the dime

Fearless on my breath Teardrop on the fire Black flowers blossom Most faithful mirror It's tumbling down (as in love falling apart) Love, love is a verb Love is a doing word Gentle impulsion Shakes me, makes me lighter

Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Maybe she'd thought it through Calling everyone we know stopping any place

Do you still love me Is God playing evil tricks on me' When you laid me down Into your beautiful garden Flowers in the love of my arms Oh, I love you, Amy Oh, I love you, oh It's God shining through to me I guess

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

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

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

I see your face in every flower Your eyes in stars above It's just the thought of you The very thought of you, my love The very thought of you and I forget to do The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm