(I Can't Seem To) Make You Mine

In the silence of the garden

Moths arising on the wind

And the Beast is pondering love, love, love

Till the rusty nails 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 ribbons 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



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 ribbons and the rain

And the ivy coiled around my hand