So here I lay,
A garden in the night blooming,
The truths you take away,
Buried before they live, in your coffin,
I sing to myself,
Cry away the night, my child,
Savor away your pretty sorrow,
Drink the last drop of misery,
Better bear it all today than tomorrow,
If I drown in tears today,
Will I swim and survive?
Answer me dear God,
Will I heal when dawn arrives?
Trying to deceive me with lies as skill,
Keeping the truth in cuffs of your hold,
Tell me my good man, are you still,
Sweeter than the sweetest thing in the world?
