Marigold 歌词

You and I are one In fear of loneliness And danger of neglect. We're apt to wither in distress. Cold rush of water fills This rusted tin of corn And all to risk a prick From your neighbor Rose's thorn. Come on, Marigold, where's that geekish grace? The moon is mute and cold. Let your sweet breath fill the space. Soon you will bloom into A woman, pure and royal. You'll be released for good From the black prison of this soil. I'll show you to the streams. We'll run through woods and moors 'Til you can smell the sea. Watch the tides embroider shores. Come on, Marigold, when will the sun replace Your leaves with arms to hold, And your petals with a face? They placed you on the sun-drenched side And whispered while the earth around you dried. Your throat quenched only 'cause you cried. While everything you'd grown up with had died. All you had had died. Come on, Marigold, where's that geekish grace? The gods are growing old! Tell me when can we embrace?