baú #lullaby

the clientele - (I can't seem to) make you mine

in the silence of the garden / moss arizing on the wind / and the beast is pondering love love love / 'till the rusty nail 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 rhythm and the rain / and the ivy coiled around my hand / 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.