I was floating above my bed

Like a body in a river  in 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

When I think about you  oh oh oh
When I think about you  oh oh
When I think about you

Flowers grow out of my grave  grave grave

Grave  grave  grave

Flowers grow out of my grave

When I think about you  oh oh oh

When I think about you  oh oh