black flowers - Chris Isaak

Children lieing in there beds.
Just remember what your mother said.
Don't you worry, don't you cry.
Little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.

Make a promise, cross your heart.
Kings vow that we'll never part.
Sign in blood and hope to die.
Little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.

And I believed you.
I believed you when you said you would be mine.

Tell me mother, will I die.
Yes my child and so shall I.
And never know the reason why,
little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.

And I believed you.
I believed you when you said you'd cried,
believed you when you said you'd try,
believed you when you said you loved me too.

I believed you.