The Confederate Dead ‘Where flowers grow’

⋅ albuquerque flower shops ⋅


Words & music by Butchy Davy

Where flowers grow

The roses in the garden
are bathing in the sun
it’s where i found my lover
it’s where my lover comes
we photograph our secrets
developing them numb
and hide away the moment
hide away as one

we lye where the flowers grow
we hide where the flowers grow

We lay amongst the daisies
dreaming up above
whisper me your feelings
i’ll whisper you my love
tell me all your secrets
i’ll never tell anyone
i promise i will keep them
after my life is done

And lye where the flowers grow
we hide where the flowers grow

And lye where the flowers grow
we hide where the flowers grow
we lie where the flowers grow
make love where the flowers grow

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