Lyrics

What was has gone to waste
Something's growing in its place
Where once was a flowering bed,
Purple bells hang 'round instead

The trees, they no longer fruit
Now, they're rotting at the root
All their color turned to gray,
Flowers wilt and fall away

Maybe in time, it could mend
What once was could be again
But maybe enough is enough
Strike the match, light it up

If there's another you love,
I'd rather never learn his name
Than have it etched into my heart
It may as well be "Foxglove"
If there's another you love,
Don't shine that light upon his face
I'd rather lay here in the dark
If there's another you love

What was has gone to waste
Something's growing in its place
Where once was our flowering bed,
Purple bells burn now instead