Flowers Grow Out Of My Grave

E C#m A B - played trough the whole spoken part: I was floating above my bed like a body in a river, in a car And the only sound in my head was a dying cricket in a jar And I saw little beams of light come into the bedroom from underneath the door And they crawled under my sheets and they came out of every single pore E A E When I think about you, oh-oh-oh A E When I think about you, oh-oh-oh A When I think about you, B A Flowers grow out of my E grave, grave, grave A grave, grave, gra-aave E Flowers B grow out of E my grave