Standard (EADGBE)

- played trough the whole spoken part:

I was floating

above my bed

like a body in a river,

in a car

And the only sound

in my head

was a dying cricket

in a jar

And I saw

little beams of light

come into the bedroom

from underneath the door

And they crawled

under my sheets

and they came out

of every single pore

Chorus

When I think about you, oh-oh-oh

When I think about you, oh-oh-oh

When I think about you,

Flowers grow out of my

grave, grave, grave

grave, grave, gra-aave

Flowers

grow out of

my grave