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