I'm bleeding in ways of the tire burned
I'm crying in ways of the nightbird
No more is there one to lay by my side
I'm straying in nightmares all the time

little something I know
little somewhere I go reminds me of you

To blossom blue is to blossom without you

I'm breaking but I cannot bear to
I'm staring but I cannot see you
For no more are you to lay by my side
I'm weeping no more then this second time

little something I know
little somewhere I go
Where the sweet waters flow reminds me of you

little something I know
little somewhere I go
Where the sweet waters flow
Where the mistletoes grow reminds me of you

To blossom blue is to blossom without you