The Dirt is Your Lover Now

Gabardine roses, tortured vines
 The sun has been hiding all this time
 I thought that I'd see you again somehow
 But the dirt is your lover now
 And outside the all-night in an orchestra of rain
 You fell in love with a hurricane
 You were torn like a road map and lost in the crowd
 And the dirt is your lover now
 Fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too
 So many things in this sad little world grow back
 Except for you
 And the streets of my home town still look the same
 But behind shaking fingers they're whispering your name
 And it's funny the tears that time will allow
 'Cause the dirt is your lover now
 Fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too
 So many things in this sad little world grow back
 Except for you
 There are fists on the front page, blood in the sky
 There's no shoulder strong enough when the clouds start to cry
 Did you propose to the bedrock on your way underground?
 'Cause the dirt is your lover now
 Yeah, the dirt is your lover now