Flowering

I've got a pot of gold Hidden out beneath the snow On a hill above a lake There's a place I sit and wait And think of the things I should say When I'm with you When I looked, I realized That the dog was still alive So we took it to the vet And they opened up her side And when they took the tumor out it was flowering I rubbed the thought of you Between my fingers, like dried up glue And I can't believe the times You can die but still survive On a screen and on a line, you'll be flowering