You remind me of every single dogwood tree
When I tried to reach out, I never see you this far south no more
I can't seem to be any less than all of me
But that won't work out if words can't fall out my mouth no more
Angel, walk me through your garden, won't you please again?
The nerves inside my heart in Germantown tonight
I'm learning that it's not good to fly
I've chosen the habit that I'm dropping
Coming down's exhausting
I think I need some help
Turn me over if sand could rise when we grow old
Then I would try to hold your hand a little slower
Angel, walk me through your garden and your trees
But please don't reach out, 'cause I won't be this far south again
The nerves inside my heart in Germantown tonight
I'm learning that it's not good to fly
I've chosen the habit that I'm dropping
Coming down's exhausting
I think I deserve some rest
