Tonight

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