Flowers Grow Out of My Grave

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

(Oh, oh, oh, oh!)

And they crawled

Under my sheets

And they came out of every single pore

When I think about you (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!)

When I think about you (oh, oh!)

When I think about you

Flowers grow out of my grave