Lyrics

Room key slips through her blue jean pocket hole
House of cards, no telling if it’s hold or fold
Little sister can’t ya tell which way the warm wind blows
Denial doesn’t hide the death you chose
The second hand only sees the stones
Given time grows wildflowers in the graveyard

Roadkill left in the Black Hills for the crows
Glowing Firebird dancing on her toes
Little sister ain’t it hard to know the story goes
Love gets close, then turns to ash and smoke
The second hand only sees the stones
Given time grows wildflowers in the graveyard

Autumn tells the gospel of letting go
Hard wood, blood red, bracing for the snow
Little sister don’t ya stop given’ your shade to foes
Trust in spring to care for what you’ve sown
The second hand only sees the stones
Given time grows wildflowers in the graveyard
The second hand only sees the stones
The second hand only sees the stones
Given time grows wildflowers in the graveyard