Orchid

Orchid My orchid has died I left it inside Away from the sun When the birds did not come Oh I'm sorry For the things that I can't do for you But in the morning I will write another song for you We collect stones From the man Who breaks them all up To replace our bones When there's no more wine In our cups Oh I'm sorry For the things that I can't do for you But in the morning I will write another song for you Song for you Song for you --- Orchid - Rosie Carney