Garden in Flames

My love is a garden in flames:
it blooms as it burns away.
It dies and still it remains
for you, my baby.

I held a picture of the morning we met,
my hands aching with an old desire.
It hurt so much to see your picture’s hold on me.
I set that photograph on fire.

My love is a garden in flames:
it blooms as it burns away.
It dies and still it remains
for you, my baby.

I went down to the house you live in now,
but nothing but an empty lot remained.
I saw your husband too, and I asked him about you.
He said, “I’ve never known anyone by that name.”

My love is a garden in flames:
it blooms as it burns away.
It dies and still it remains
for you, my baby.

And I see time is like confetti scattered in the sky.
Limitless worlds drift on side by side.
And the lives that might have been live on in each of them.
I couldn’t gather them if I tried.

So come to my garden in flames,
oh you who never really went away.
In the flowering blaze, I’ll give all my days
to you, my baby.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2011)

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