A bunch of dead flowers, kept in a vase And its all that remind me of you Why do I keep them, well might you ask They're all that remind me of you Two separate people, two separate ways And I hope they may pass again Withered and dead like, your love for me And they're all that remind me of you Once fresh and green now no, honey for the bee They're all that remind me of you A bunch of dead flowers kept in a vase And they're all that remind me of you Why do I keep them, well might you ask They're all that remind me of you They're all that remind me of you They're all that remind me of you