Marigolds - Glen Phillips

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