Through a garden I once sold my body to a light
And I wrote all the sounds it made me become
A sound of violin bleeding through my veins and my finger tips
And I wrote all the sounds it made me become
If I might bleed crimson
Down deep in the soil
If I find shade from a sun that blinds
If I breathe in fumes and begin to coil
Let me lay, lay content
So you told me that I couldn't walk through the garden
Smell the sweetest gardenias
See the peaches gone rotten
That if I step through my heart would
Be hardened
Meadow grazed by glass and paper milk cartons
If I might bleed crimson
Down deep in the soil
If I find shade from a sun that blinds
If I breathe in fumes and begin to coil
Let me lay, lay content
Your poison is my nest
Drink out of your cup,
And become my grass
Take my veins, tie mine to yours
Hint of bones, feel your feathers turn to stone
As she walked through the blissful mud that everyone feared
She felt a rock in her chest and almost spiraled back to the green grass
She thought maybe this and everything was wrong
For the rock was staying, only growing larger
She took a step forward, and cut her foot, she felt something familiar
The rock got smaller
She walks further, the rock getting smaller
Smaller, smaller
Hearing a certain sound
If I might bleed crimson
Down deep in the soil
If I find shade from a sun that blinds
If I breathe in fumes and begin to coil
Let me lay, lay content