The garden is singing to itself
Geraniums and red brick
Petunias and love in the mist
You planted seeds that didn't grow
Until it was too late
Now you'll never know my sorrow
No flowers
No flowers
No flowers
No flowers
Your house is empty in a way
Strangers call it home
But the flowers are drenched with your name
These days I say goodbye to friends
I tell them that I need them
And hope that I won't lose one again
No flowers
No flowers
No flowers
No flowers