Can we make one last keepsake? A post-mortem portrait of us to keep me sane? I will arrange us upright To make us more lifelike I'll paint our eyes on our eyelids As if we weren't asleep I'll fold the picture until it fits Inside a locket, 'cause I'm weak I don't need something to remember you by But I'm having trouble saying goodbye It's quite insurmountable, honestly So before you go, can you promise me That I can paint eyes on our eyelids As if we didn't die I'll fold the picture until it fits Inside a locket, forever mine And I'll cry you a thousand anemones Pluck a bouquet of my dreadful memories For you to decorate your windowsill To remember me by, if you will Can we make one last memorial of us? A post-mortem portrait of forsaken love Secure the shadow ere the substance fades To ease the tiniest bit of pain And I'll cry you a thousand anemones Pluck a bouquet of my dreadful memories For you to decorate your windowsill To remember me by, if you will I'll cry you a thousand anemones Pluck a bouquet of my dreadful memories For you to decorate your windowsill To remember me by, if you will I'll cry you a thousand anemones You will haunt all of my memories Lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala Lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala Lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala Anemones, my memories Lalala, lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala