Pressing Flowers
Meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tallDown by the gateI got a secret that I might tellIt'll give me away
Ooo whatever you doOoo keep it with you
Meet me on the back porch where ivy climbsWe'll sit on the swingSoak up the color of the midday sunWhile the ocean sings
Ooo whatever you doOoo keep it with you
You and I o we're just pressing flowersThey are dyingBut they're ours
Meet in a poem of an iron bedWipe the dust awayMeet me in the tintypes from long agoTrace the lines of my face
Ooo whatever you doOoo keep it with you
Ooo whatever you doOoo keep it with you