Erik Janson Here It Is
Your weeping garden is full of fatal flowers,
but if you want my love that’s gonna lay me on the ground
here it is.
You always said that your heart would not unravel,
so anytime you want to come collect your broken word,
here it is.
Love falls over the horizon,
I watch her slowly drift away.
But in my mind her beauty rises;
it goes on endlessly
when I sing,
here it is.
Now that I’m faded just like the pale morning,
you whisper like the sun and tell me “if I want the warmth,
here it is.”
But I can’t take it, you know that I’m conflicted.
I’m like the river’s mouth that hits the sea while screaming out—
here it is.
Love falls over the horizon,
I watch her slowly drift away.
But in my mind her beauty rises;
it goes on endlessly
when I sing—
here it is.
