The Clientele - (I Can't Seem To) Make You Mine

In the silence of the garden
Moss 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 rhythms 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