You've torn your shirt You've outgrown this town Your friends are all scattered and you're lonesome But you're still searching for music in the sounds It's a tame world would leave you unbroken
Oh lady, oh Mother, bring your garden to me Pull it around my body so the world cannot see The blue of my veins and the tracks on my cheeks But leave the tulips for when I go under
But it's not over by half There's a gold in your eyes blooming out through the black And you're still standing, your hand on the map No it's not over Not over by half
When that day comes and the lights go dim The weight off your shoulders, the sun off your skin And the ones who have known you Your lovers and friends Will be marked by the spark that was taken
Here on the mountain I'm thinking of you The birds are all singing, screaming of youth And here I am holding, keeping a room Just a place you can lay when you're older
Compositor: Joan Musselman (Joan Shelley) (BMI)Editor: Absolute Anthem Music (BMI)Administração: Domino Publishing Company Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #16353690 em 14/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM