"Run away with me", my mind sings to you. But my lips sit still, they will never be moved. He loves me, he loves me not. Flowers tell it all. But my garden has been dead and gone, what does that tell about my soul? Forget-me-nots and roses red, I'd give the world to you. But all those pretty flowers dead, say my soul's too sad and blue.
Flowers, Keep My Secret
November 5, 2011