Flies (Classic Version)歌词

I'm staring at the wall
your flavor on my lips
I'm watching and I'm counting
all you left me with

flies

I held your picture in the fan
I spilled your drink and your perfume
I share my love with those who join me
In this somber empty room

flies

flies

I pressed the pillow on your face
You didn't want my sympathy
you share your love for those who join you
seven feet beneath the trees

flies

flies

flies

you share your love for those who join you

flies...