Sweet champagne all nice Prioritized out on the table You tried to read between the lines But most of the time, you're just not able There's rain in your garden I'm lost in Blood on your flowers again What if I need the pain and cut and suffering? What about me? The quicksand takes me under ♪ Of all the fools who wanna die You had to find the fool that loved you Light that leads the road won't shine And all the signs remind me of you I'm lost in your garden, there's cloudless skies But slowly, it darkens and there's cloudy skies What if I need the pain and cut and suffering? What about me? The quicksand takes me under