I'm sick of all these scars
And thinking of you
Why you left me
'Cause I'd seen that love was true
The worst of me
Would tear it all away
But the worst of me
Could feel its whole grace
In the garden, the fallen jesting
With souls burned black, my mind is clear
In the garden, the fallen jesting
With souls burned black, my mind is clear
The spring of that year
Came back without a fear
And they fell for you
Everyone for lost delight
The spring of that year
Came back without spring
And we have met again
And your scent is still the same, still the same
In the garden, the fallen jesting
With souls burned black, my mind is clear
In the garden, the fallen jesting
With souls burned black, my mind is clear
The spring of that year
Came back without a fear
And they fell for you
Everyone for lost delight
The spring of that year
Came back without spring
And we have met again
And your scent is still the same, still the same
I'm sick of all these scars
And I'm thinking of you
Why you left me
'Cause I'd seen that love was true
Why you left me
'Cause I'd seen that love was true
