Bad Seed

Routier pauvre et chantant "Are you ready to go? Just keep yourself strong," I said To the grotto and stone The gardens and the thorns of a monastery And the minute she arrived, They knew they'd have to bury a bad seed But she's here, and she tries But she's here, don't go. Let go. Don't let go, she could be anywhere Like a clouded sky, she's almost everywhere You can't the holy out of the water And she knew right then she could be anywhere And here. Routier pauvre et chantant And there she concedes In the gardens and the thorns of a monastery Dirt in her finger nails, dig a little hole for a bad seed And the minute it was buried, She knew she'd lost a friend and a sister She was ready to go From the grotto and the stone of the monetary All the life she could taste From the gardens and the thorns of a bad seed