I was in third grade Got a potted plant full of flowers Ran home and gave them to my mom She said that they were marigolds What you call your garden-variety weed Oh, I'm a marigold Oh, I'm a marigold Oh, I'm a marigold And you picked me So anyway I should buy my mom a bouquet Just to say hey, I'm thinking about you today That's right Thinking about everything you did for me Like always saying, "Grace sets you free" Oh, I'm a marigold Oh, I'm a marigold Oh, I'm a marigold And you picked me It's not sad anymore It's not sad anymore It's not sad anymore Nothing but the Son in your eyes Nothing but the Son in your eyes Nothing but the Son in your eyes Nothing but the Son in your eyes If I ever do better than second place I've gotta go and make a play for your heart A dormant volcano slowly waking up on New Year's Day I wont be sprinting to finish the race But I can feel the butterflies from the start It's like when I start running, and there's Nothing but the Son in your eyes Nothing but the Son in your eyes If I am getting closer than present state I've gotta do something to tear it apart Of twenty conditions I'll be waking up on New Year's Day I won't be sprinting to finish the race But I can feel the butterflies from the start You've got your blue sunglasses And there's nothing but the Son in your eyes Nothing but the Son in your eyes Nothing but the Son in your eyes Nothing but the Son in your eyes Nothing but the Son in your eyes