Good Intentions Lyrics

Here lie your good intentions

Put it to bed with an invocation

And then go where the poppies grow, oh-oh-oh

Here lie your good intentions

Now rest your eyes

By this modest headstone

At the top of the hill

So high you could kiss the moon

In my dream you cut your hair short

If only I could find a way to tell you I like it

Trust these words, I want them to ring true

Like anyone with eyes, these tears,

They fall for you