Forgive the space between
what's said and what I mean
Though the tape has long been dead
it plays on in my head
I heard that flowers grow
upon the grave of the late van Gogh
I bit the siren's line
but I escaped in time
You know it's so hard to find
someone to lend you time
You dream of somewhere else
'cause you can't accept yourself
Yea I heard that flowers grow
upon the grave of the late van Gogh
I bit the siren's line
but I escaped in time
Yea we should talk about it
which of us could have foreseen?
The pedals of flowers falling
across the front porch screen
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