The Garden歌詞

作詞 : Briston Maroney
作曲 : Briston Maroney
I've been throwing stones at your window
Praying hard the wind might blow me through, blow me through
Talking to the friends that I don't have
Why am I surprised they got no clue, got no clue
If there is such thing as a heaven
I just pray to God that I get there soon
The devil made a call from a payphone stall
Telling me not to talk to you
If you look close you can tell
Those doing best ain't doing well
Putting your demons up on the shelf
Only gives them time to themselves
I dropped my worries in a wishing well
Never hit the bottom far as I can tell
The preacher's writing prayers that he thinks might sell
Never found peace in holy hell
If there is such thing as a heaven
I just pray to God that I get there soon
The devil made a call from a payphone stall
Telling me not to see this through
This life's a test, infinite jest
This pain that sits inside my chest, echos into emptiness
And I sell my soul for a million dollars
Jesus Christ, my heart's a mess
But ain't that why you love me best
Scream until there's nothing left
There's nothingness, there's nothing less
Than people hanging in suspense
Sins that they could not confess
No we can't go on like this
But the devil needs his witnesses
My zealous overconfidence
It looked so nice inside my head
It's something that I cannot fix
But baby, that's not mine to give away
That's not mine to give away
That's not mine to give away
That's not mine to give away
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