A bunch of dead flowers, kept in a vase 
And its all that remind me of you 
Why do I keep them, well might you ask 
They're all that remind me of you
Two separate people, two separate ways 
And I hope they may pass again 
Withered and dead like, your love for me 
And they're all that remind me of you

Once fresh and green now no, honey for the bee 
They're all that remind me of you

A bunch of dead flowers kept in a vase 
And they're all that remind me of you 
Why do I keep them, well might you ask 
They're all that remind me of you

They're all that remind me of you 
They're all that remind me of you