Orchid Songtext
von Rosie Carney

My orchid has died
I left it inside
Away from the sun
When the birds did not come

Ooh, I′m sorry for the things that I can't do for you
But in the morning I will write another song for you


And we collect stones
From a man who breaks them all up
To replace our bones
When there′s no more wine in our cups

Ooh, I'm sorry for the things that I can't do for you
But in the morning I will write another song for you
Song for you, song for you

Song for you
Song for you