Let us toast to sweet sorrow
Let us touch the cold hand of fate
And let us forget all tomorrows in the shadow of today
And let us forgive their trespass
For they know not what they've done
In the ruins of the garden
The ground is blistered from the sun

Try to keep what's buried in the ground
And cry until the walls all tumble down
And I make a high and lonesome sound

Come, you rogues, come, you vultures
And taste the devil's own delights
There are thrills and tortures
See all manner of strange sights
And the moonlight falls narcotic
As we wait for the undertow
Speaking words forbidden
As the candles all glow

Try to keep what's buried in the ground
And cry until the walls all tumble down
And I make a high and lonesome sound

Try to keep what's buried in the ground
And cry, oh, cry until the walls all tumble down
And I make a high and lonesome sound

And then we kissed along the riverside
The twilight came alive
The water flowed, and the birds did sing
I knew I'd always be by your side