Из альбома: Passed Away, Vol. 1
I want to start calling you babe
Take the phone off the hook
If anyone hurted you
I don't know what I would do
If you gotta know,
I'd put them in the ground where flowers grow,
Just so you know
You go on delivering to hospitals
With flowers made for you
That grew out of the ones who've done you wrong
You got love in your heart,
I'm just after my part
A forget me not, from a man named Scott
He don't believe in God
But he believes in those who say they do,
The ones like you
So go on and put your toothbrush in the bathroom sink
We'll be here for a while,
And watch the days go in and out of style
Double-check your alarm
Throw a switch on the fire
Go upstairs and pee,
Lay down next to me,
But don't look at the clock
It's almost always later than you think
There's no juice in my punch,
And my mind's out to lunch
So you do the talking 'cause
You've got a voice that's like a song I've never heard
I'll sing along but I won't say a word
My little bird