The soil's starting to dry
I've spent so long watering the wrong side
The vining vinca intertwines
Taking your heart out of mine
I wonder honey,
Will I ever truly feel fine?
Pull the roots
Out of the garden
Disillusionment has found them
And I think it's time
To let the old me die
Right beside them
Pull the roots
Out of the garden
Disillusionment has found them
And I think it's time
To let the old me die
Right beside them
And I'll till and till, and till
Until I think it's time for me to start over
And over and over and over
Plotting seeds for me to grow from
Carefully crafted, sovereignly sown
And I will be
The greatest love I've ever known