Plants Behind Glass

You lay on your back

Beneath the rhododendron

Tracing Spots of light on the soil

You're like a sunflower

Like a walk in the garden

Touching every single living thing you can see I'm a bee to the pollen

I'm a pedal falling

I fell hard and I'm falling, falling still

I'm falling still

I see you in our room

Fingers pressed against the window

A shadow of your hand across my face

Your love and your grace

Are written into matter

You walk through the walls like an open door

Like an open door

Did we ever have a chance?

Oh these circumstances

Like some sick drought coming up through the floor Did we ever have a chance?

Trapped like plants behind glass

Plants behind glass