The History Of Lilies Letra

And I fell, flags flapping
Through the pores of her skin
Felt the bugle, bugle morning
That old Southern battle hymn

Her smile was pretty
But her body was strange
It could've been just the shadows
From the passing train

She carved our initials in somebody else's stone
Someone's lover, someone's mother, someone's sister is gone
She wrapped her cold body around her favorite shirt
She said "John, take it slow, I'm afraid it might hurt."
I said, "Annie, what do you expect of me to be?
I'm just as scared of you as you are of me."
But in a few minutes it was over
Wondered out loud what we did
At the time it felt right, but quickly that feeling was dead
She reached for living from a nearby grave (?)
Was it good, good or bad? I will never will forget this day

It was just three summers ago
Annie was hit by a drunk
She was stopped at a light
And she had her radio on
She was flipping through those stations
Trying to find that perfect song
Something to sing with
Something to bring her from work to home

Now I had the table ready
I laid out the knives with the spoons
Matched the napkins to the glasses
Then I dimmed the light in the room
And I still walk through that graveyard
And I still lie me down
I make love to my Annie while she lies underground