i remember now it was sometime in july y she blew me away like spit from an eye she was the bluest glass i d ever find i was the blackest hold she d ever find and i went down around down on my electric knees yeah i went down around wishing that we d never meet how are we ali ive how are we alive still flowers in an ice flowers in an ice storm how are we ali ive how are we alive still flowers in an ice flowers in an ice storm when i m gone for way too long and i don t mind the thought of dying without you without you if i could play eight notes for you if i could play eight notes for you if i could play eight notes for you they d be