The overgrown Down hands in the clay I’ll dig deep through gardens of snow Through strawberry patches that you know Brass bound by the weight of it all Clothesline made it through ice storm Neighbour’s kissing on your garden gate You’re ready to go And put on a show What a show You morph into shapes you don’t know Swim upstream by bridges you burned Over we go Room is swaying like a lifeboat Candied eyes look the other way The overgrown I said in good faith I would go Dig deep through the gardens of snow That strawberry patch that you know The overgrown The overgrown