These days I see the plants like they're my kin
I walk along the garden path and watch the world we're in
I'm seeing trouble for the moss beneath my feet
For the visions that they heed
These days won't last
I feed on birdsong, home is where I build a bed
I fold my body like a flower around my head
And I know love is a thing we used to grow
Long nights have been vanilla and thick as tar
We seem to look at life quite different, we watch it from afar
We're seeing chaos like a virus in our mind
Oh, to born male, rich and white
These days won't last
I feed on birdsong, home is where I build a bed
I fold my body like a flower around my head
And I know love is a thing we used to grow
I feed on birdsong, home is where I build a bed
I fold my body like a flower around my head
I feed on birdsong, home is where I build a bed
And I know love is a thing we used to grow
Love is a thing we used to grow
Love is a thing we used to grow
