My mind is like an orchard   Clustered in frozen portraits   Blossoms that bloom so fine, just to drop from the vine   I’ve seen them all tonight      Who’d keep a silent orchard   I’ll shove it all to the floor boards   Her rusty heart starts to whine, in its telltale time so   For freedom tonight      Life is a measly portion   A light on good friends and fortune   It strips you away inside, drawn all your blinds   Conceal it all from sight      You took that final courter   Shot the boy, no quarter   We’ll skip to the final line of some suicide note well publicized   Or give it up tonight      Carry with bursting order   To the options you’ve layed before you   The needle, the dirty spoon, the flames and the fumes   Just throw them out tonight      The time that you’ve been afforded   May go unsolved, unrewarded   Some nameless you cannot know, may be coming to show you   Unbridled love and light      Should you grow an orchard?   Covered in dusty portraits   Blossoms that bloom so fine, just to drop from the vine   I’ll listen up tonight      Don’t keep it silent orchard   Shove it all to the floorboards   Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time   So give it up tonight