Flowers That Fade in My Hand

<br>[Wagner, Schmidt/Wagner]<br><br>Do you know, it scared me to death<br>When I first saw you right after this<br>Your face so pale on that sheet in that chest<br>Really, man, it scared me to death<br><br>They called in the morning<br>Told me you had died last night<br>I cried my eyes out<br>The sorrow blinded me for light<br><br>Like flowers that fade in my hands<br><br>Everywhere I feel your presence<br>I`ve grown since you left, you must be inside me<br>Sometimes I hear you talking<br>though my mouth<br>And sometimes I know you`re seeing through my eyes<br><br>The father I once knew<br>Has become a close friend<br>The skill in my hand<br>It makes me understand that we`re<br><br>Like flowers that fade in my hands<br><br>Mother said you would have liked<br>To stay a little longer<br>I don`t want to think about<br>What could have been or not<br><br>Now I know you haven`t gone<br>You`re still here by my side<br>Into every straw of grass<br>Or in the fading light<br><br>I wouldn`t mind to follow you<br>Any time or day<br>And inbetween, I`ve gotta go<br>A long and winding way<br><br>Now I know that death has no scares<br>Within the remains I`ve got my share<br>And I know my death has no scares<br>There is no mysterium for someone who dares to die<br><br>And when I`m with you<br>Next to the flowers on your grave<br>It`s such a comfort<br>To feel the earth that leads to you<br><br>Like flowers that grow from you hands...