...just scatter it all in the sea.

"This garden that I built for you, that you sit in now and yearn. i will never leave it, dear, i could not bear to return and find it all untended. with the trees all bended low. this garden is our home, dear, and I got nowhere else to go. so bring it on, bring it on, every little tear, bring it on, every useless fear, bring it on, all your shattered dreams... and I'll scatter them into the sea, into the sea. the geraniums on your window sill, the carnations, dear, and the daffodil... well, they're ordinary flowers but they long for the light of your touch... and of your trembling will. ah, you're trembling still and I am trembling too. to be perfectly honest i don't know quite what else to do. so bring it on, bring it on, every neglected dream, bring it on, every little scheme, bring it on, every little fear... and I'll make them disappear. so bring it on, bring it on, every little thing, bring it on, every tiny fear, bring it on, every shattered dream... and I'll scatter them into the sea."
Nick Cave