A Garden No One Knows
Baby, maybe time is an incinerator
Our souls are the smoke
Escaping from the fire as the years, they burn
Right through our bones
Remembrance red funeral rose
Baby, maybe time is an incinerator
Our souls are the smoke
Escaping from the fire as the years, they burn
Right through our bones
Remembrance red funeral rose
Growing in a garden no one knows
I tell all my stories in third person
So I don't have to see your worry worsen
She said "I wish you'd open up the way you used to"
I said "I've got scars just not in the same way you do"
Baby, maybe time is an incinerator
Our souls are the smoke
Escaping from the fire as the years, they burn
Right through our bones
Remembrance red funeral rose
Growing in a garden no one knows
My mind hasn't been mine for a while now
I tried to fight them off, forgotten how
She said "Promise me you won't"
So I did
I promised her I wouldn't but then I did
Baby, maybe time is an incinerator
Our souls are the smoke
Escaping from the fire as the years, they burn
Right through our bones
Remembrance red funeral rose
Growing in a garden no one knows
And I always knew you would leave
But I never thought it would be like this
Now I'm forcing myself to believe
That's not the way to lift your spirits
That's not the way to lift your spirits
Our souls are the smoke
Escaping from the fire as the years, they burn
Right through our bones
Remembrance red funeral rose
Baby, maybe time is an incinerator
Our souls are the smoke
Escaping from the fire as the years, they burn
Right through our bones
Remembrance red funeral rose
Growing in a garden no one knows
I tell all my stories in third person
So I don't have to see your worry worsen
She said "I wish you'd open up the way you used to"
I said "I've got scars just not in the same way you do"
Baby, maybe time is an incinerator
Our souls are the smoke
Escaping from the fire as the years, they burn
Right through our bones
Remembrance red funeral rose
Growing in a garden no one knows
My mind hasn't been mine for a while now
I tried to fight them off, forgotten how
She said "Promise me you won't"
So I did
I promised her I wouldn't but then I did
Baby, maybe time is an incinerator
Our souls are the smoke
Escaping from the fire as the years, they burn
Right through our bones
Remembrance red funeral rose
Growing in a garden no one knows
And I always knew you would leave
But I never thought it would be like this
Now I'm forcing myself to believe
That's not the way to lift your spirits
That's not the way to lift your spirits
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Writer(s): Jay Mcquilkin
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