Pressing Flowers

Pressing Flowers
Meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tall
Down by the gate
I got a secret that I might tell
It'll give me away

Ooh whatever you do
Ooh keep it with you
Meet me on the back porch where ivy climbs
We'll sit on the swing
Soak up the color of the midday sun
While the ocean sings
Ooh whatever you do
Ooh keep it with you
You and I
Well, we're just pressing flowers
They are dying
But they're ours
Meet in a poem of an iron bed
Wipe the dust away
Meet me in the tintypes from long ago
Trace the lines of my face
Ooh whatever you do
Ooh keep it with you
Ooh whatever you do
Ooh keep it with you
Keep it with you
Keep it with you