Wisteria
This is where we fall, sleepers scattered in the soil
A finger deep, dragged through the ground
A blessed thought in harrowed halls
We could think of nothing else but what our patch of earth contained
Reminded by our dirt-stained clothes of planted possibility
In tender ground, as bare as birth
A shoot emerged from beneath the earth
Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
Because I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown
I am overgrown
Between two branches
Rope and tire we cast
Between two worlds
Each one higher than the last
I chose the air, chose higher still
And left an Eden found
But in abandon, lost my grip
And shattered, chose the ground
In unkept chaos, as bare as birth
A garden, grey, of tangled earth
Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
Because I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown
I've been lying here too long
The branches pushing me apart where weakness showed
But then September swept the overcast aside
Dusted off the winter's curse
And she cut me through like knives
She whistled proudly her season's song
And showed me that I was alive all along
Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
Because I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown
I am overgrown
A finger deep, dragged through the ground
A blessed thought in harrowed halls
We could think of nothing else but what our patch of earth contained
Reminded by our dirt-stained clothes of planted possibility
In tender ground, as bare as birth
A shoot emerged from beneath the earth
Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
Because I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown
I am overgrown
Between two branches
Rope and tire we cast
Between two worlds
Each one higher than the last
I chose the air, chose higher still
And left an Eden found
But in abandon, lost my grip
And shattered, chose the ground
In unkept chaos, as bare as birth
A garden, grey, of tangled earth
Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
Because I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown
I've been lying here too long
The branches pushing me apart where weakness showed
But then September swept the overcast aside
Dusted off the winter's curse
And she cut me through like knives
She whistled proudly her season's song
And showed me that I was alive all along
Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
Because I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown
I am overgrown
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Ron, Trent Smith, Alex Pearson, Matt Cooper, Joel Tyrrell, Jamal Sabet, Matthew Parkitny
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