She send me flowers
In a box made of pine
Falling raindrops
Blur a film over my eyes
Oh oh, oh oh
I'm feeling fine
Monday morning
She rolls over on her side
Neatly tuck her back
Into the folds of my mind
Oh oh, oh oh
I'm feeling fine
All of my transgressions
In the corner of her eyes
Relentless foreign motions
And familiar little smiles
Oh oh, oh oh
We're doing fine