Could it be our love wasn't planted deep enough Or could it be we just didn't try Looking back we see, so much that we left undone We should have known it would wither and die.
Flowers won't grow in gardens of stone The ground must be tended but we left it alone The seeds that we scattered are all parched and blown Flowers won't grow in gardens of stone.
Thinking 'bout it now, it was only pride I know There was so much that we wouldn't give Both of us in time, took what might have been a home And made it a place where nothing could live.
Flowers wont grow in gardens of stone The ground must be tended but we left it alone The seeds that we scattered are all parched and blown Flowers won't grow in gardens of stone...