Of You

he was my lord
and i was his lady
but i soon grew tired of the lazy days
when i moved away and i thought of him often
he came to me nights in my rose colored dreams

thinking of you
all through the morning
i’m thinking of you
all through the evening
i’m thinking of you
and the way that your holy water grew

but i wrote you letters by the phone
and i wrote you every night alone
but who are you walking around with
buttercup