Garden Song

Oh no, you better find some different sun shade, another oak to watch the clouds fade this one’s taken
Feel free, to do anything but feel free, avert your eyes from the watch tree, cause she's watching

Oh we're living in a smoke screen feeling like a woke dream love
Picking up the dry seeds, caught up in the ivy love

Oh what a sin to be stranded in our little orchard
Vipers in the twigs now, buried in the digs now
Barefoot on sugar grass, tongue cut on broken glass
As for us, formless like the dust

Thorns have their places along the rose hedge
But the spindles in the dirt are starting to hurt now
Tripping over tangled roots guarding all this dangled fruit
And as for we, weary out in the weeds

Some nights I yearn for a feeling just to know that I am dealing with something

And how I could swim in the waters of your grandeur
But these feet are made of stones, I’m sinking with the bones now
When all there is is nightfall the moon grows ever spiteful
Kiss my face with sunlight, tell me that it’s alright, meet me in the garden tonight