Flowers planted in a bed of sin If you try you can make it work I am diggin in a bed of sin With bare hands Saw me shaking but i keep it still I can shrivel when the air gets cold I am digging in a bed of sin But i'll be looking I'll be looking for you Through cobwebs through The ragweed patches Through the heat And frozen little trees I'll be looking for you Took a minute just to catch my breath I can't feel you when the air gets thin Felt a presence just above my head Tried to see it but the eyes are dead And it's so prosthetic In the ragweed patches I become branches In the ragweed patches I'm standing frozen I like this hollow frame Bury the sunshine I like it Where i can suffocate