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 (I lay down) and let the roots grow 'round
Would it make me whole again?
And if barren wood (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 (I lay down) and let the roots grow 'round
Would it make me whole again?
And if barren wood (Barren wood) could touch this ground, oh, flower it would