OTHER TRACKS

My teardrops on an echeveria,

In your garden in the sky,

And I feel like that it's the end of an era,

But I don't know the reason why,

This makes me want to cry.

A snowflake in the middle of summer,

That shouldn't be allowed,

And as the air is getting much much warmer,

The heat is rising through the cloud,

Yet ice is forming on the ground.

As the snow starts landing on your lips,

I feel your face with my fingertips,

The harsh cold winds are blowing through your hair,

I start to wonder if you're even there.

Your silence sends a shiver through me,

A chilling sharpness to your kiss,

I remember when your smile used to warm me,

Bring back that love I really miss,

That would be my only wish.

As the snow starts landing on your lips,

I feel your face with my fingertips,

The harsh cold winds are blowing through your hair,

I start to wonder if you're even there.

You turned your back on me and left me alone,

You even refuse to pick up the phone,

Your flying garden is falling apart,

Gives me a crushing feeling in my heart.

My teardrops on an echeveria,

A shimmer in your eye,

Your sadness has become much clearer,

As the flowers start to die.

My teardrops on an echeveria,

In your garden in the sky,

And I feel like that it's the end of an era,

But I don't know the reason why,

This makes me want to cry.

This makes me want to cry.

This makes me want to cry.

This makes me want to cry.

This makes me want to cry.

This makes me want to cry.

Well this makes me want to cry.

This makes me want to cry.