(I Can't Seem to) Make You Mine

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

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