The lengths I've gone to slow the heart To blank the mind, erase the thoughts And embrace the void a second time Reminiscing on dead days A rotting eden, green and grey Our love is a closing wound What we bury here will bloom to rot Whose arms will hold you When mine became your tomb? Will you water our garden Of withering thought? Pull this idolatry up by the roots Decay the blossom of our youth The gentle stillness I'm pining to feel Is wasted on a heart that never heals Our love is a closing wound What we bury here will bloom to rot Whose arms will hold you When mine became your tomb? Will you water our garden Of withering thought? Welcome slowing of the heart Quiet void of years apart A tomb within my arms Images bloom to rot Sever the vines of wishful thought Eliminate the cause Reminiscing on dead days A rotting eden, grim and grave Our love is a closing wound What we bury here will bloom to rot Whose arms will hold you When mine became your tomb? Will you water our garden Of withering thought?