In The Garden

Standing right outside your window in the rain Thought we had it made, how'd we lose our flame Walking through the garden playing make believe How is that it seems, we're not meant to be Shake me, break me Remind me what it feels like to be home Lately when I try and think of anything My head becomes a mess, start pulling on my dress Fortunately when the sky starts turning pink I look up and say, it was meant to be this way Shake me, break me Remind me what it feels like to be home Waste me, face me Remind me how it feels to be alone