Petals

Hang the withered flowers upside down

The world has left it's mark without a sound

Coffee of the morning, brown and blue

The piano's dead, it lies in quiet truth

No single hunting ghost around

Nothing left to seek, it's all been found

Petals on the ground

And you don't make a sound

And I love you

I love you

Hang the withered memories upside down

Preachers of the world can't harm us now

My heart it flies and falls without a sound

We could leave and never touch the ground

No single hunting ghost around

Nothing left to seek it's all been found

Petals on the ground

And you don't make a sound

And I love you

I love you

Petals on the ground

And you don't make a sound

And I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

And the last line of the book is written now for good

I love you

I love you