Tonight

My mind is like an orchard
Clustered in frozen portraits
And blossoms that bloom so fine, just to drop from the vine
Ive seen them all tonightCould keep a silent orchard
Ill shove it on to the floor boards
Her rusty heart starts to whine, in its telltale time so
For freedom tonightLife is a measly portion
Light on good friends and fortune
It strips you away inside, drawn all your blinds
Conceal it all from sightYou took that final courter
Shot the boy, no quarter
Well skip to the final line of some suicide note well publicized
Or give it up tonightCarry with bursting order
To the options youve laid before you
The needle, the dirty spoon, the flames and the fumes
Just throw them out tonightThe time that youve been afforded
May go unsolved, unrewarded
Some nameless you cannot know, may be coming to show you
Unbridled love and lightShould you grow an orchard?
Covered in dusty portraits
Blossoms that bloom so fine, just to drop from the vine
Ill listen up tonightDont keep it silent orchard
Oh, shove it on to the floorboards
Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time
So give it up tonightYour rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time
Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time
Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time
Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time