(I Can't Seem to) Make You Mine

In the silence of the garden

Moths are rising on the wind

And the beast is pondering love love love

‘Till the rusty nails grow dim

I can’t seem to make you mine

Through the long and lonely night

And I try so hard, darling

But the crowd pulled you away

Through the ribbons and the rain

And the ivy coiled around my hands

So I lingered with the people

In the silent August glade

But the rain has brought the night

And the night has brought the rain

I can’t seem to make you mine

Through the long and lonely night

And I try so hard, darling

But the crowd pulled you away

Through the ribbons and the rain

And the ivy coiled around my hands