I lay in a sweet bed of flowers ,why?
I had to use a spray to help my heart
There was no wall or seat to use nearby
I have a kind of migraine,not my eye;
The artery constricts and blood can’t dart
I lay in a sweet bed of flowers ,was it dry?
Yes, it seems the blood could not pass by
Although it is informed and has a chart
There was no wall or seat to use nearby
It started on the bus and I went grey
The pain desired a knife to get real sharp
I lay in a sweet bed of flowers ,would I die?
I reflect and wonder if I’ll cross the bay
Where I long to sing with a Jew’s harp
There would be lots of seats for all nearby
Jewish music is a fearsome art
Yet Jonah’s whale sings gently to the carp
I lay in a neat bed of flowers ,aye.
There was no wall or seat to use nearby
