Like embers from burning trees.

I don't know how good it is for me to listen to such melancholy music this much... but I'm obsessed with Sea Wolf. Their lyrics are incredible. Every time.


Good Morning, dear,
I hope I didn't wake you too soon.
Because my mind is growing tired;
Too much thinking what I should do.
I picture you out there:
It must be beautiful this time of year,
All those East Coast leaves
Floating round like embers from burning trees.
Well the weather out here is just the same,
But the garden that you planted remains.

Now its only work,
Each day bleeding into the next.
Barely scraping by, I tire myself out just so I can rest.
But rest, it rarely comes,
And when it does I cannot go home
Because it's much too quiet.
Seems that I'm not suited to being alone.
And everyone around me's changed,
But the garden that you planted remains.

I think about you,
Maybe more than I should.
But the smog is getting old;
The drugs I'm taking aren't so good.
So will you talk to me,
Even though you've had a late night?
Because I need a little help.
Baby, tell me I'll be alright.
Cause everything around me's changed,
But the garden that you planted remains.