You know I will not leave I'm happy left behind I stare in disbelief the truth could strike me blind the truth is no one knows how the garden grows be gone mistaken weeds they're something we don't need
you know what they would say they'd say it all day long someone should strike them dead can't we all get along I'm blooming on the vine open like your mind
We are all...[?]...under the [?] trying to find our way
Well I don't look the part so I don't play the role wave the saviors net complain about my soul I've seen a wall of death the poison on my breath blooming on the vine open like your mind
We are all, out alone in your love (in the dark) try to find a way X2