Marigolds (Live Acoustic)

You stood by the doorway

In an overused t-shirt

Asking me questions about my day

To forget about yours

Now I see you less often

And we don't speak much either

15 years spent in the same place

But I wanted more

Buried in the field under the marigolds

(La flor de la vida)

Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt

(Guarda recuerdos)

We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees and cut off the branches, set fire to the earth

If you would've told me it'd be last time

I'd have carried it's worth

You drew the line

On your side of the bedroom

Told me with your eyes the darker it gets

The more I'd cross

Now I stare at the ceiling

In a brand new apartment

Trying to remember were the sheets painted green or some type of scarlet

Buried in the field under the marigolds

(La flor de la vida)

Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt

(Guarda recuerdos)

We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees and cut off the branches, set fire to the earth

If you would've told me it'd be last time

I'd have carried it's worth

Oh, sooner or later the colors start fading

I hate that they're slipping away with each night

Telling dads jokes but the punchline keeps changing

I'm scared of the day that it's gone from our minds

Buried in the field under the marigolds

(La flor de la vida)

Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt

(Guarda recuerdos)

We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees and cut off the branches, set fire to the earth

If you would've told me it'd be last time

I'd have carried it's worth