Flowers in My Blood Lyrics Meanings
by Cari Cartmill

A week of Sundays to see Nirvana
A toll is due my darling Sarah
The light is red yourself is cold
You breathe a scent 19 years old
'We are such stuff as dreams are made of
Our little lives rounded with sleep'

Flowers make you feel good
Where I never could
Flowers in my
Flowers in my Blood

A year of war to steel the summer
The coals are raked with silent warnings
Tonight may disturb the dreams of birds
And leave us willing to start again
Remember 'we are such stuff as dreams are made of
Our little lives rounded with sleep

Flowers make you feel good
Where I never could
Flowers in my
Flowers in my Blood
Flowers in my Blood