The Death of My Garden

Dead flowers falling down on me,
Dead flowers floating in the sea,
Dead flowers reminding me of he,
For dead flowers there is no fee.

Dead roses falling over me,
While I'm floating in the sea,
Lying there thinking of he,
For dead roses have no fee.

Dead thoughts falling over me,
While dead flowers are floating in the sea,
Can't stop thinking of he,
For my dead garden there is no fee.