My mind is like an orchard
Clustered in frozen portraits
And blossoms that bloom so fine, just to drop from the vine
I’ve seen them all tonight
Could keep a silent orchard
I’ll shove it on to the floor boards
Her rusty heart starts to whine, in its telltale time so
For freedom tonight
Life is a measly portion
Light on good friends and fortune
It strips you away inside, drawn all your blinds
Conceal it all from sight
You took that final courter
Shot the boy, no quarter
We’ll skip to the final line of some suicide note well publicized
Or give it up tonight
Carry with bursting order
To the options you’ve laid before you
The needle, the dirty spoon, the flames and the fumes
Just throw them out tonight
The time that you’ve been afforded
May go unsolved, unrewarded
Some nameless you cannot know, may be coming to show you
Unbridled love and light
Should you grow an orchard?
Covered in dusty portraits
Blossoms that bloom so fine, just to drop from the vine
I’ll listen up tonight
Don’t keep it silent orchard
Oh, shove it on to the floorboards
Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time
So give it up tonight
Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time
Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time
Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time
Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time