Painted Flower - The Magnetic Fields

I’m just a painted flower on silk brocade

Left in the sun I will slowly fade

Fade to nothing like I’d never been made

Like I’d never been made

I’m just a painted flower, a frozen bloom

Left alone in some forgotten room

A fly in amber, I pose in my tomb

I pose in my tomb

I’m only drops of paint in a silver frame

Without an aim and without a name

Gathering dust, every day just the same

Every day just the same