Phil ShŲenfelt: Dead Flowers For Alice

DEAD FLOWERS FOR ALICE
/Phil ShŲenfelt/

Iím up in her room
Thereís nothing living here
All the windows are closed
I canít breathe this air
She doesnít sleep at night
She listens to the rain
Iím a drowning man
In her see of pain

Dead flowers for Alice
Dead flowers for Alice

Thereís tears in her eyes
As she walks down the street
And she goes to a place
Where young lovers meet
And she sits for awhile
Feeling empty and small
And she thinks once again
Whatís the point of it all?

Dead flowers for Alice
Dead flowers for Alice

Back in her room
She closes the door
Sheís sick of her life
She canít face it anymore
And I donít understand
What Iím doing up here
Locked in her world
Of sickness and fear

Dead flowers for Alice
Dead flowers for Alice
Dead flowers for Alice
Dead flowers for Alice


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