Picking Flowers by The Kintners

Let her go I said
She’s made her own bed
And now she’s sleepwalking
Grief’s added up
She’s filled up her own cup
And now she’s drunk on it

From the outside you can’t see
You and me
We’re the same at the core

But I can’t keep picking flowers
For that grave you dig yourself in anymore

I wonder
Do you see yourself suffer?
Or are you numb to that too?

Tired of begging
For you to let me in
Helpless to help you

I know that there is a light
But I can’t see it shining
Like before

And I can’t keep picking flowers
For that grave you take yourself in anymore

I can barely stand to think how my feet would hurt walking in your shoes
And I can’t believe you’d rather keep on walking and then let me carry you
Time takes us all you’re burning at both ends
Crossed, burned, jumped off every bridge
You can still come home

Let her go they said
She’s made her own bed
But I can’t live with it
She’s lost enough
There’s nothing in her cup
She won’t let go of it

From the outside you can’t see
You and me
We’re the same at the core

And I can’t keep picking flowers for that grave you pick yourself in any more

• Americana
• Experimental
• Folk Rock
• blues
• folk rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Wichita Falls