Now we might put the flowers way behind us
The scents of freesias, and lilies, to lie behind us
Check out the flights of those early carnations
Even consider lavender to be more than herb
And in that time, however long
Of putting the flowers way behind us
And on that flight, however far
Of no longer being beside the carnations
Now we might put the flowers long behind us
The illness and confusion of love and recovery
Or we may stand silent, in the open doorway
Even consider stepping slowly down the hallway
And in that place, however untimely
Of being confused by flowers long behind us
And in that mood, however distant
Of no longer being still shadows in the doorway
