Life is a crooked game
Full of hope full of pain
Well I brokered all my deals
And I won over my shame

Now I'm standing in the garden
Overlooking the lake
I can hear all the memories
She carries in her wake

And the voices are all haunting
And they're calling me to stay
There's a calmness in the air
As they carry me away

Yea the voices are all haunting
And they're calling me to stay
There's a stillness in the air
And it carries me away

Through the clearing of the clouds
I've been riding with the wind
On the wings of an angel
I buried all my sin

Now I'm singing for the roses
And I'm breathing in the spring
And you scent it still lingers
Like the honey to the bees

Though the picture of your face
Is growing fainter by the day
I hold on to the echoes
And the wrinkle in the waves

Yea the picture of your face
Is growing fainter every day
I hold onto the echoes
And your wrinkle in the waves