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• Artiste: Glen Phillips
• Titre: Marigolds
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I sit on the bed Watching evening descend With a fistful of marigolds And the dim light is traced On your skeleton face Your hands are impossibly cold Close my eyes to see If I can feel you in the air I want to breathe you in me Makes me dizzy But there's nobody there Well I'm washing your feet And I put on your clothes And I hide all the pills away But my criminal mind Is on women and wine As they finally drag you away I want to write you letters All apologies and praise Could of loved you better But now I'll never have any chance again Though you won't, forgive me You are nowhere near me So I sit on the bed Watching morning come in Holding poppies and marigolds