there's no room for mistakes in here, my love
what with the promise of poisoned fruit that this place has offered up
and we've taken our spills with a heavy handed grace
at the hands of each other, we'll be kissing one another
while covering our mistakes
we'll be in love with love, it's not enough this time
you were the one that i always thought i'd keep
but whether in body or in my head, my assumptions sing me to sleep
is there a separate room for those
of us who dance with our holy ghosts?
can we destroy our past with a light and a match
seal the door and hope it stays closed?
to be in love with love is not enough this time
you did what you had to do to prove to me that we just don't exist
and i never took the time to apologize for what i chose to miss
my dear, if there's one bloom here in the roses in our frozen garden then
all the stars that fell from our hands will land and thaw the earth to bloom again.
you did what you had to do to prove to me that we were sinking ships
on the black jade of solemn seas where good men go to finally make their peace
my dear if there's one bloom here in the roses in our frozen garden then
all the stars that fell from our hands will fall to earth and we will bloom again.