Dried flowers
The flowers, they are dried,
The tears that I've cried,
No they can't bring them back to life.
Because me, I have tried,
But my arms, they are open wide
In surrender,
I can never go back to being tender.
So help me my love,
Because I'm sick, sick of
Thinking about what used to be ours
Oh I'm tired of the drying flowers.
