Flies (Classic Version)

I'm staring at the wall.
Your flavor on my lips.
I'm watching and I'm counting.
All you left me with.
Flies.

I held your picture in the fan.
I spilled your drink and your perfume.
I share my love with those who join me.
In this somber empty room.
Flies.

I pressed the pillow on your face.
You didn't want my sympathy.
You kept your love for those who join you.
Seven feet beneath the trees.
Flies.