[Verse 1]
When I feel vague or distant
In the fall time you hide your seed
In the palm of my silence
In the cove of sleep
In hell the frost of your absence
Washes me clean
And the web is full of
Of records of all your things
[Chorus]
You should have been born an azalea
So I could count on you and me
You should have been born an azalea
So I could count on you and me
[Verse 2]
And when I trouble my words
With uncertain things
The straps become tighter
The cloth, it suffocates
And when I feel vague or distance
In the fall time you hide your seed
In the palm of my silеnce
In the cove of sleep
[Chorus]
You should havе been born an azalea
So I could count on you and me
You should have been born an azalea
So I could count on you and me
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