violin on deck

i plucked a flower, in a forest
i picked a flower at the florist
i never thought i'd lose my roots for this, but, i was the flower that you picked
and i'll be back every spring, for your kiss

i would never say that i had fallen in love
cause i'll always climb right back up for us

and sorry doesn't cut it, but it cuts it short
so i'll keep it sweet, i'm yours

plant me underneath, flowers by your feet
listen to our heart, mine won't skip a beat
death is just the dirt, within lover's pottery
if it doesn't rain... your tears will water me

and, sorry doesn't cut it, but it cuts it short
so i'll keep it sweet, i'm yours