Tender Songtext
von Hermitess

You wandered out of your garden
Not understanding why no flowers grew
That under leaf and mulch
Sleeping things
Lay sleeping still

They are waiting for you to tend them

And I tried to forget with force of will
How you thought it was your right to choose
Which tree bore the sweetest fruit
As it they were all grown just for you


It′s true that I carried your name once
In an open hand and watched as is grew
The plant you'd salvaged
Has withered and died and dried
But I might have let it too

It was waiting to be tended

And I tried to forget with force of will
How you thought it was your right to choose
Which tree bore the sweetest fruit
As it they were all grown just for you

You picked at things somebody had tended
As they were coming into blood
You broke what you fancied off at the tender stem

Leaving for the tender
Only things to mend