The graveyard of all the songs that no one remembers
There’s a headstone for this one
Where I lay plastic flowers in the corner
Against a bush that soon overgrew it
So that nobody knew it
That I wrote this for you
The graveyard of all the songs that now lie forgotten
I’ve reserved my own section
But there are no plots left open
So I’ll scatter the ashes of a stillborn confession
With a few hopeful verses
That I once wrote for you
There’s a heaven for all the songs that someone’s still humming
As they’re washing the dishes
As they’re lost in reflection
If I know you
You’re somewhere singing
This much is certain
That it’s off in the distance
That it’s some other chorus
That there’s no one to witness
Like a sound in the forest
Or the way plastic flowers still hold their colour