The Jayhawks She Picks the Violets song lyrics

She picks the violets

Losing her name

She wears but one dress

Leans on the darkness for herAll my troubles seem poor

Leaving on sunday

You can walk there

Look at them shuffle

They're leaving their chairs for her

All my troubles seem poor

How many times do I have to tell her what she wont remember?

What she wont remember

How many times do I have to tell her what she wont remember?

What she wont remember

She picks the violets

Losing her name

She looks out the window

Wearing the same colour

All my troubles seem poor

She picks the violets

She picks the violets

She picks the violets