Urn With Dead Flowers in a Drained Pool

I need your lie

Darling love liesAnd if you gave it to me

I'd hold it in the palm of my hand

Like a good luck charm or a vice

And I'd reach up like a child to receive itThere is no more said

There is no more real

I got sun on my back

I remember youTake me inside

Your warm love lieAnd if he took me

I'd hold him up to the light

Like a God or a good luck charm or a vice

And I'd open up like a child to believe itThere is no more said

There is no more real

Got sun on my back

And I remember youNo, there is no more said

There is, there is no more real

I got sun on my back

I remember youAnd still you can't give your peace to me