orchid

my orchid has died

i left it inside

away from the sun

when the birds did not come

oh

i'm sorry for the things that i can't do for you

but in the morning i'll write another song for you

and we collect stones

from a man who breaks them all up

to replace our bones

when there's no more wine in our cups

oh

i'm sorry for the things that i can't do for you

but in the morning i'll write another song for you

song for you

song for you