When I die, just give me back to the earth
Yeah I don't mind which patch of dirt you pick for me
Yeah I done seen so many things
But now my bones push up the weeds.
When pollen makes you sneeze in spring, you'll know it's me.
I'll be carried off by bees, sail on the breeze
A yellow stain on everything
And when you're rubbin your eyes red
There aint no fret in any words we left unsaid
Cause I'm treading the skyway
The sun is my escape
I'm a spectre in the rays
When I die, just give me back to the earth
And cover me in laurels and with dirt.
Yeah I done seen so many things
But now my bones make wildflowers out of weeds
You'll know it's me...
'Cause I'm treading the skyway
The sun is my escape
I'm a spectre in the rays.
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