The Garden

There is a house with a garden

Floral walls line the trees

Poke my head through a window

Air was fresh, all was green

When it was ripe, how it could flow far above you

Fill it with life, make it a home, how it could grow

So if I lay down and let the roots grow 'round

Would it make me whole again?

And if barren wood could touch this ground, oh, flower it would

There is a house with a garden

Floral walls line the trees

In this house where I started

So much pain grew through me

When it was ripe, how it could flow far above you

Fill it with life, make it a home, how it could grow

So if I lay down and let the roots grow 'round

Would it make me whole again?

And if barren wood could touch this ground, oh, flower it would