My mind is like an orchard
 Clustered in frozen portraits
 Of blossoms that bloomed so fine
 Just to drop from the vine
 I've seen 'em all tonight

 Could keep it silent and tortured,
 Or shove it unto the floorboards
 [bad word] heart starts to whine
 In its tell tale time
 So free it up tonight

 Life deals a measly portion
 Light on good friends and fortune
 It's chipped you away inside
 And drawn all your blinds 
 Concealed it all from sight

 Could cut that final corner
 Charge the void no quarter
 Or skip to the final line of some
 Suicide note well publicized
 Or give it up tonight

 Kindly reverse the order
 Of the options you've laid before you
 The needle, the dirty spoon
 The flames and the fumes
 Just throw them out
 To Night

 The time that you've been afforded
 May go unsung unrewarded 
 Some nameless you cannot know
 May [bad word] to show you
 Unbridled love and light

 Should you grow in an orchard 
 Covered in dusty portraits
 Of blossoms that bloomed so fine
 Just to drop from the vine
 Oh, listen up tonight

 Don't keep it silent and tortured
 Or shove it unto the floorboards
 Your busted heart will be fine
 In its tell tale time
 So give it up tonight