The Garden

Flowers unseen in our garden of peace

That now only holds weeds

Digging through mud, looking for hints of love

Time's constant no matter the scenery

But you can't wait for flowers to grow

And a rose still bends when the wind blows, hmm

Blooming despite decreasing light

Seeking healing and peace of mind

Endless bouquets as springtime decays

Waiting patient with all of my might

But you can't wait for flowers to grow

And a rose still bends when the wind blows, blows

Even in our garden, there's a sense of longing

Even in our–, there's a sense of–

Seasons mark the passing of time's warning

Seasons mark–, of time's–

Even in our garden, there's a sense of longing

Even in our–, there's a sense of–

When will you return to me

When will you return?

Darling, darling?

Statues and flies as the sun burns my eyes

All this beauty in disguise

But you can't wait, flowers to grow

Can't wait, flowers

And a rose still bends when the wind blows, wind blows

You can't wait for flowers to grow

Can't wait, flowers

And a rose still bends when the wind blows, wind blows

Even in our garden

Even in our garden

There's a sense of longing

There's a sense of longing

Even in our garden

Even in our garden

There's a sense, there's a sense

There's a sense of longing

Even in, even in our garden

Even in our garden

There's a sense, there's, there's, there's, there's, there's a sense

There's a sense of longing

Even in our garden

Even in our garden

There's a sense of longing

Even in our garden