E                            A
This is a surrender to the garden, to the weeds
       F#m            A               E
All our stalls are turning back to stone
E                                A
This is waking to our morning, falling through our floor
F#m                    A               E
Our broken hearts as hard as broken bones
E                                 A
Sorrow says "believe me, you can walk into my mouth"
F#m                A                 E
But every time we have, it's hard to leave
E                             A
Let's say it like the sunrise when it's talking to the fog
             B             A            B           A
We're both looking for a light in the window of a house
B                    A              B                  A
Beneath our winter branches, underneath our winter clouds
                        E
            But it's hard to find
E                               A
Lovers all surrender, like the garden and weeds
F#m                 A              E
It's always say when saying what mean
E                                  A
Our arms are full of water and the water all wants out
         F#m          A                 E
Like our meadow birds giving back their wings
C#m                                A
Sorrow says "believe me, you can climb into my trees"
             F#m           A                  E
We know it's harder to get down each time we do
      C#m                      A
Let's say it like the sunrise talking to the fog
            B           A           B            A
We're both listening for music by a river after dark
     B                A             B                A
And every space we're making as we pull ourselves apart
                      E
          But it's hard to find

Interlude
E                                 A
Sorrow says "believe me, you can beat into my breast"
             F#m          A              E
And all our bandages and bruises know it's true
C#m                              A
Let's say it to the sunrise shaking us awake
             B               A     B         A
We're both reaching out for love, outside wanting in
     B                     A                B                A
To a room that's made of moonlight and the walls are warm as skin
           B            A             B                 A
Where our memories of singing fill the air behind our heads
        B                A                B             A
And our meadow bugs are living for the only flowers left
           B                A             B                  A
Where our burns return their fire and the cold can have our clothes
            B             A             B                A
Where our dying deer is folded on the soft side of the road
            B             A               B                 A
Where the wind is our direction and the waves say "come along"
           B            A           B                A
Where the faces of our family and friends go on and on
                      E
         But it's hard to find