the civil wars pressing flowers şarkı sözleri
Meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tallDown by the gateI got a secret that I might tellIt'll give me awayOohWhatever you doOohKeep it with youMeet me on the back porch where ivy climbsWhere they sat on the swingSoak up the color of the midday sunWhile the ocean singsOohWhatever you doOohKeep it with youYou and IWell we're just pressing flowersThey're dyingBut they're oursMeet me in a poem of an iron bedWipe the dust awayMeet me in the tintypes from long agoTrace the lines of my faceOohWhatever you doOohKeep it with youKeep it with you
