A white paper bag can do some good
But i haven't understood...

On my bad says you'll find me,
In the bathroom...

I think I'll need something for this winter,
Cause my body is beginning to wither...

There's a story i have read
About a bird and a filthy lie...

Listen to the birds all sing
Watch the flowers grow in spring...

My eyes start to water
But my tears are hidden...

I love the way you smile
I love the way you act...

I thought it was real
I thought it was true...

Its said in many different ways
Its said to have many meanings...

They say flowers always die and feelings do too
And that flowers aren't always pretty...

Angels lay wings upon us
While we dream in heaven above...

Can you catch a glimpse
Of life itself...