Urn with Dead Flowers in a Drained Pool

I need your lie Darling love lies And if you gave it to me I'd hold it in the palm of my hand Like a good luck charm or a vice And I'd 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 I'd hold him up to the light Like a God or a good luck charm or a vice And I'd open up like a child to believe it There is no more said There is no more real Got sun on my back And I remember you No, there is no more said There is, there is no more real I got sun on my back I remember you And still you can't give your peace to me