The lengths I've gone to slow the heart
To blank the mind, erase the thoughts
And embrace the void a second time
Reminiscing on dead days
A rotting eden, green and grey
Our love is a closing wound
What we bury here will bloom to rot
Whose arms will hold you
When mine became your tomb?
Will you water our garden
Of withering thought?
Pull this idolatry up by the roots
Decay the blossom of our youth
The gentle stillness I'm pining to feel
Is wasted on a heart that never heals
Our love is a closing wound
What we bury here will bloom to rot
Whose arms will hold you
When mine became your tomb?
Will you water our garden
Of withering thought?
Welcome slowing of the heart
Quiet void of years apart
A tomb within my arms
Images bloom to rot
Sever the vines of wishful thought
Eliminate the cause
Reminiscing on dead days
A rotting eden, grim and grave
Our love is a closing wound
What we bury here will bloom to rot
Whose arms will hold you
When mine became your tomb?
Will you water our garden
Of withering thought?
