The Civil Wars - Pressing Flowers lyrics

rate me

Meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tall

Down by the gate

I got a secret that I might tell

It'll give me away

Ooh, ooh, ooh, whatever you do

Ooh, ooh, ooh, keep it with you

Meet on the back porch where ivy climbs

We'll set on the swing

Soak up the color of the midday sun

While the ocean sings

Ooh, ooh, ooh, whatever you do

Ooh, ooh, ooh keep it with you

You and I, oh we're just pressing flowers

They're dying, but they're ours

Meet in a poem of an iron bed

Wipe the dust away

Meet in the tin times from long ago

Trace the lines of my face

Ooh, ooh, ooh, whatever you do

Ooh, ooh, ooh keep it with you

Keep it with you

Keep it with you