Текст: Miranda Lambert. Revolution. Dead Flowers.

I feel like the flowers in this vase
He just brought?em home one day
Ain?t they beautiful he said
They been here in the kitchen
And the waters turnin? gray
They?re sittin? in the vase but now they?re dead
Dead flowers

I feel like this long string of lights
They lit up our whole house on Christmas Day
But now it?s January and now the bulbs are all burned out
But still they hang, like dead flowers

He ain?t feeling anything
My love, my hurt, or the sting of this rain
I?m living in a hurricane
All he can say is man ain?t it such a nice day
Yeah yeah

I feel like that small string of lights
You said we won?t go far but we?re still rollin
I look in the rear view and I see dead flowers in the yard
And that string of lights they ain?t glowin?
Like dead flowers
Like dead flowers

He ain?t feeling anything
My love, my hurt, or the sting of this rain
I?m driving through a hurricane
All he can say is man ain?t it such a nice day
Hey hey, I guess we?ll just go to waste
Like dead flowers

Like dead flowers
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea