Lyrics

I'll be back to pull the garden Spring has proven winter cruel And all of summer's beauty lies there rotting Stripped like yours from you And I know I Can't stand remembering The dirt Under our fingernails The silence Your defense; Tired over Tired hand And we spent December Given our best shot at hating; But now As I remember We had no reason To abuse I'll force God to notice That He is giving nothing back And all of us were wet out in the boneyard; He washed the tears from you And I know you Deserve none of this My distance As we stole flowers From his grave The silence My defense; Tired over Tired hand And I recall the ways You pretended not to notice But we both sowed the soil That grew only what could die And if you believe that I tried only to deceive: You know that's not true