Grass Lyrics

love, don't sit on the floor
don't wait by the telephone
or smoke by the door
here is something that i
would rather not talk about
or ask myself why
she wants to bury me, i want to laugh
the hardest of questions is easy to ask
the bigger the garden, the greener the grass
love, in a world of your own
don't wait for tomorrow, i'm not coming home
here is something that i
would rather not talk about
or ask myself why

she wants to bury me, i want to laugh
the hardest of questions is easy to ask
the bigger the garden, the greener the grass
the greener the grass
she wants to bury me, i want to laugh
the hardest of questions is easy to ask
all of you people
running so fast
what would you do
what would you say
love, don't see me no more
it's hard to remember
your coat by the door
here is something that i
would rather not talk about
or ask myself
why
she wants to bury me, i want to laugh
the hardest of questions is easy to ask
the bigger the garden
yes the bigger the garden
the greener the grass
she wants to bury me now
the greener the grass
she wants to bury me now
she wants to bury me, i want to laugh
the hardest of questions is easy to ask
bigger the garden, greener the grass
Lyrics Submitted by krispydinosaur