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Trees and Flowers
About things changing, but the essence of life remaining.
So do you believe in ghosts my friend?
It's not all trees and flowers you know
I don't know where I'm coming from
But I think he may have been there sometime
And everyone hears the voices in their head and in their hearts
And everyone tells the stories of the things that they have been, and
could become
Can I ask you where you've been for so long?
And some things change but not the trees and flowers
Still the rain remains, and the way the people smile sometimes
And everyone hears the voices in their head and in their hearts
And everyone tells the stories of the things that they have been, and
could become
Found the old bridge where I used to sit
And pass the days so long away
All the letters that I used to write, and all the games we never played
back then
And everyone hears the voices in their head and in their hearts
And everyone tells the stories of the things that they have been, and
could become
Caught the ending in my head just in time
Nearly lost it to the angel hours
I don't know where I'm coming from
But I love the trees and flowers on the way
And everyone tells the stories of the things that they have been, and
could become
And everyone hears the voices in their head and in their heart
I love the trees and flowers on the way.
I love the trees and flowers on the way.
Words: Claire Pruden
Music: Slowdrowned
©2001
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