Green takes the leaves Snow takes the sea It reminded me how awful things can be Trying to recall your tiny voice 'Til 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 believe That her favorite color was probably green