Testo Marigolds

You stood by the doorway
In an overused T-shirt
Asking me questions about my day to forget about yours
Now I see you less often
And we don't speak much either
Fifteen years spent in the same place but I wanted more

Buried in the fields under the marigolds (La flor de la vida) Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt (Guarda recuerdos)
We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees
Or cut off the branches, set fire to the earth
If you would've told mе it'd be the last time
I'd havе carried, it's worth

You drew the line
On your side of the bedroom
Told me with your eyes, "The darker it gets, the more I'd cross"
Now I stare at the ceiling
In a brand-new apartment
Tryna remember where the sheets painted green in some type of scarlet

Buried in the fields under the marigolds (La flor de la vida)
Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt (Guarda recuerdos) We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees
Or cut off the branches, set fire to the earth
If you would've told me it'd be the last time
I'd have carried, it's worth

That sooner or later, the colors are fading
I hate that they're slipping away with each night
Telling that's jokes but the punchline keeps changing
I'm scared of the day that they're gone from all minds

Buried in the fields under the marigolds (La flor de la vida)
Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt (Guarda recuerdos)
We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees
Or cut off the branches, set fire to the earth (Of the earth)
If you would've told me it'd be the last time
I'd have carried, it's worth