Quarters

Write me a note, and fold it in quarters
There's so little time, we're safe in the garden
The end of the day, the song of the night owl
The dark of the tunnel, shinin' along it
Won't you try to forget your time in the shadows?
The sting in the tear, the poisonous words
And left to fallin' and rollin', and rollin', and fallin'
The feeling of nothing beneath you is never-ending
Write me a note, and fold it in quarters
There's nothing to say, we’re safe in the garden
The dry of a day, the damp of the nightlife
The start of the season, wait, little darling
Won’t you try to remove the thorn in your side?
The salt in the deepest creek, the poisonous thorns, so gentle
Fallin’ and growin’, and growin’, and fallin’
The feeling of something around you is never-ending