The Clientele - (I Can't Seem to) lyrics

In the silence of the garden Moths are rising 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 hands 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 hands