Urn With Dead Flowers In A Drained Pool

I need your lie, darling love lies
And if you gave it to me, i'd hold it in the palm of my hand
Like a good luck charm or a vice
And i'd reach up like a child to receive it

There is no more
There is no more
I got.

Take me inside your wall love lie
And if he took me, i'd hold him up to the light
Like a god, or a good luck charm, or a vice
And i'd open up like a child to believe it

There is no more
There is no more
I got . . .

No
There is no more
There is no more
I got . . .

And still you can't give your peace to me