Flowers on Lampposts
See the flowers hung for ghosts
Tied up neatly to the lampposts
Hear the breeze rush though the trees
Sounds like distant memories
Of the ones we’ve loved and lost
Pay the price but not the cost
If you're hurt then you can heal
If you don’t then you ain’t real
Son, ever seen a dead person before?
When I got there his hands were still warm
Had to give his mother the call
Never saw a dead person before
Watch the ships roll out to sea
Disappear so easily
Walk across this lonely beach
Turn around to see my footsteps reach
Far along the waters edge
Soon the sand will forget
When the tide decides to turn
Wipe my footsteps off the earth
Son, ever seen a dead person before?
When I got there his hands were still warm
Had to give his mother the call
Never saw a dead person before
