green takes the leaves   snow takes the sea   it reminded me how awful things can be   trying to recall your tiny voice   till the fever breaks it's all that I can hear   counting down the numbers of the days   was it the same amount of roses on your grave   finally I brought myself to sing these words   after the snow you can finally see   if you could be the trees I would be your leaves   after she died, we decided to beleive   that her favorite color was probably green   on the day she died, in our hearts we did beleive   that her favorite color was probably green