I saw the garden wilt to black Then turn opposite of that As the northern climate falls So do these walls We're so happy to be dying What else is there to look forward to I sang a song into my pillow Hoping it would know But it was soaked in what I hated the most Tears make the very worst host Now the leaves are shaking But not quite as much as I am Sway like the wind is waves of water Kill this noise And let the silence dry it up Never to fall again On the world that used to mean everything