I miss the fruit I never tasted
The lips I never knew
The seeds of change are planted
But they grow slow and are but few.

My candle flame is fading
My dreams are of only you
Rejections dance like embers
But I'll pretend the words aren't true.

You've trapped me in a bottle
Of glassy, inky blue
I'll wait on this boat forever
For my love, what else am I to do?

My empty harvest is mud slick
Trampled as a path straight through
But maybe in this ruined garden
Redemption somehow grew

So I blow away the ashes
And imagine something new
Something only I could hope for
Something far far away from you.