Amist the sprintide evening You are my everything, I said beneath a shuddered breath And you knew it was true. You are my everything, Your words repeated back and you knew it was true but how could one know if the words were to deceive you? Your words repeated back That your heart was mine, but how could one know if the words were to deceive you? I wished I'd known the answer sooner. That your heart was mine, Had it always been a lie? I wished I'd known the answer sooner before the carnations started to blossom.