*Lyrics could be wrong
- played trough the whole spoken part:
I was floating
above my bed
like a body in a river,
in a car
And the only sound
in my head
was a dying cricket
in a jar
And I saw
little beams of light
come into the bedroom
from underneath the door
And they crawled
under my sheets
and they came out
of every single pore
Chorus
When I think about you, oh-oh-oh
When I think about you, oh-oh-oh
When I think about you,
B (A)
Flowers grow out of my
grave, grave, grave
grave, grave, gra-aave
Flowers
grow out of
my grave