olive green

Here in my cocoon
Pictures hanging in the room
I know you are floating somewhere nearby me

Hardly feels like you are dead
Got a film strip in my head
But home movies won't bring you back to me

Olive green

You can see the city
I will watch it with you soon
Though they tried to frame your face

Well, it just looks out of place
'Cause no amount of gilding is as beautiful as you
Well I miss even our fights

She's done the house up in whites
I hope it doesn't hide you when you haunt me
Though the stone is cold

Well the trees are fresh
But the flowers are plastic
Here in my cocoon

You are hanging in the room somewhere nearby me

Words and music by michael johnson
© 1996 zubsongs, ltd.