Orchid

My orchid has died I left it inside Away from the sun When the birds did not come Ooh, I'm sorry for the things that I can't do for you But in the morning I will write another song for you And we collect stones From a man who breaks them all up To replace our bones When there's no more wine in our cups Ooh, I'm sorry for the things that I can't do for you But in the morning I will write another song for you Song for you, song for you Song for you Song for you