Taste of metal in my throat,
Washed up nails, coins and coil.
A reminder of all I had swallowed,
All my sorrow and all my toil.
No excuse to be myself yet,
I'll bury all of this beneath the soil.
Maybe I'll grow into a tall oak,
Maybe I'll make my rose spoil.
Washed up nails, coins and coil.
A reminder of all I had swallowed,
All my sorrow and all my toil.
No excuse to be myself yet,
I'll bury all of this beneath the soil.
Maybe I'll grow into a tall oak,
Maybe I'll make my rose spoil.
Darling
Alone in My Room
So elated now I can sense
That you and I are meant for more
That you and I are meant for more