(I Can't Seem To) Make You Mine

in the silence of the garden

moss arizing on the wind

and the beast is pondering love love love

'till the rusty nail grow dim

i can't seem to make you mine

through the long and lonely night

and i try so hard, darling

but the crowd pulled you away

through the rhythm and the rain

and the ivy coiled around my hand

so i lingered with the people

in the silent august glade

but the rain has brought the night

and the night has brought the rain