green takes the leaves
snow takes the sea
it reminded me how awful things can be

trying to recall your tiny voice
till the fever breaks it's all that I can hear
counting down the numbers of the days

was it the same amount of roses on your grave
finally I brought myself to sing these words
after the snow you can finally see

if you could be the trees I would be your leaves
after she died, we decided to beleive
that her favorite color was probably green

on the day she died, in our hearts we did beleive
that her favorite color was probably green