TV On The Radio - Tonight

My mind is like an orchard Clustered in frozen portraits Of blossoms that bloomed so fine Just to drop from the vine I've seen 'em all tonight Could keep it silent and tortured, Or shove it unto the floorboards A rusty heart starts to whine In its tell tale time So free it up tonight Life deals a measly portion Light on good friends and fortune It's chipped you away inside And drawn all your blinds Concealed it all from sight Could cut that final corner Charge the void no quarter Or skip to the final line of some Suicide note well publicized Or give it up tonight Kindly reverse the order Of the options you've laid before you The needle, the dirty spoon The flames and the fumes Just throw them out To Night The time that you've been afforded May go unsung unrewarded Some nameless you cannot know May be coming to show you Unbridled love and light Should you grow in an orchard Covered in dusty portraits Of blossoms that bloomed so fine Just to drop from the vine Oh, listen up tonight Don't keep it silent and tortured Or shove it unto the floorboards Your busted heart will be fine In its tell tale time So give it up tonight