Flowers died a long time ago my friend

And they're hanging on the wall

With wax and thread

When you were young

Did you think it would ever end

When you were young

Did you think it would ever end

Sylvia was a girl that I knew best

And she wore the finest eyelid dress

And she sits in her room painting golden moons

And she sits in her room painting golden moons

Oh what am I to do

Without a man to see me through

Oh what am I to do

Without a man to see me through

I'm more than blue I'm violet

Lyla met a man that she loved best

And he died in a fiery crash

And the hole is wide

The hole is wide the hole is wide

And the hole is wide

The hole is wide the hole is wide

Oh what am I to do

Without a man to see me through

Oh what am I to do

Without a man to see me through

I'm more than blue I'm violet

Sylvia was a girl that I knew best

The Hole is Wide - Marissa Nadler