Urn With Dead Flowers in a Drained Pool

I need your lie, darling love lies
And if you gave it to me, id hold it in the palm of my hand
Like a good luck charm or a vice
And id reach up like a child to receive it
There is no more said
There is no more real
I got sun on my back
I remember you
Take me inside
Your warm love lie
And if he took me
Id hold him up to the light
Like a god, or a good luck charm, or a vice
And Id open up like a child to believe it
There is no more said
Theres, there is no more real
I got sun on my back
And I remember you
No
There is no more said
Theres, there is no more real
I got sun on my back
And I remember you
And still you cant give your peace to me