Pickin' Wildflowers

One night I set out to dwell And saw the road was long as hell I knew I couldn't run that far And my problem simplified itself Pale as a moth, I wasn't well I took up pitching stones, weak throws Each one ringing a silent bell Pickin' wildflowers into the night Thought about bringing them home a thousand times Picking wildflowers into the night But then I left them dying in the light I found a garden on that hill But didn't recognize it 'til I stuck around, laid in the ground And felt the air get cold and still When the morning breaks, against my will I get up and do things that don't matter to me Since you've fallen ill Pickin' wildflowers into the night Thought about bringing them home a thousand times Picking wildflowers into the night But then I left them dying in the light Pickin' wildflowers into the night Thought about bringing them home a thousand times Picking wildflowers into the night But then I left them dying in the light