Lirieke: It Dies Today. Marigold.

Aesthetic perfection has fooled me once again
You'll always be the only one who feels like home
And with your hollow words and your plastic smile
You have the most beautiful name I've ever cursed

Yet I wait for you to find your way into my arms

And I'd wait here till you find your way, I would wait here all my life
I'd spend the rest of my days praying for an end to this mystery

Though this dichotomy has brought me to my knees
You'll always be the only one who feels like home
And yet the seasons change and with it does your charm
Summer's end has come and with it misery

Yet I wait for you to find your way to my arms

And I'd wait here till you find your way, I would wait here all my life
I'd spend the rest of my days praying for an end to this mystery

You must, find a way, right back in my arms again
I'd give, anything, just to feel that warmth again

And I'd wait here till you find your way, I would wait here all my life
I'd spend the rest of my days waiting for an end to this mystery
An end to this mystery, an end to this mystery