Growing Tales - Behind Sapphire

I didn't say I love you when I had the chance Now I lie here bleeding I'm in an awful mess I know it's not the right time to become a religious man But I've got

Build a wall from me Your words are mortar and limestone One wall's okay You're still easy to find Put up a second wall Corner yourself and hide I can come arou

It's got me on my head again Close can be so misleading It's hard enough to get to know yourself Into words I cough my feelings I don't know the half of it but

You could offer me patients or violence You could offer me blood or peace In a letter let me know when it's over Just keep it far away from me You could end him

Delight, With these green leaves, green leaves They cover these old trees All we do is tear them down With these mean things, mean things All of these tree ring