I was floating above my bed
Like a body in a river, in a car
And the only sound in my head
Was a dying cricket in a jar
And I saw little beams of light
Come into the bedroom
From underneath the door
And they crawled under my sheets
And they came out of every single pore

When I think about you, (oh oh oh!)
When I think about you, (oh oh!)
When I think about you
Flowers grow out of my grave, grave grave!
Grave, grave, grave!
Flowers grow out of my grave

When I think about you, (oh oh oh!)
When I think about you, (oh oh!)
When I think about you
Flowers grow out of my grave, grave grave!
Grave, grave, grave!
Flowers grow out of my grave
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