ELEPHANT AND THE MOON FEAT. LOVELY QUINCES lyrics : "White Lilies"
or the way that your palm felt, pressed into mine.
Memory's a fickle thing and a cruel mistress, too;
what's not lost with the years is now drowned in the wine.
But the thing that I recall, most of all, are
White lilies in your garden, clutching for the sky;
white lilies, that you grew.
I catch that look sometimes, burning from across the room.
I know, baby. I miss you too.
I swear I can't even picture your face in my mind
when I find myself thinking 'bout the times that we had.
I leave my sorrow now, like you left me behind,
and I step into tomorrow, it can't be all that bad.
But the thing that I remember, a cold November and
White lilies in your garden, clutching for the sky;
white lilies, that you grew.
I catch that look sometimes, burning from across the room.
I know, baby. I miss you too.
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