Out in the garden we're planting ourselves in the dirt What a way to feel found Feet and our legs sewn beneath us I see us both coming up roses in this cemeterial ground
We've got a closet of bones And a body who needs a new set of them stat Quick call the doctor and tell her we need her To find a pulse quicker than that
We're losing patience Trying to make sense
Pull the mask off Close the curtain Take a bow, it's the end
Pick thе rose up Feel the thorns And maybe considеr that Hurting means you're on the mend
Out in the garden we're doing our best Not to ruin all the work we've put in But it's getting dark, and we don't have a jacket To keep the cold freezing our limbs
We're losing patience Trying to make sense
Pull the mask off Close the curtain Take a bow, it's the end
Pick the rose up Feel the thorns And maybe consider that Hurting means you're on the mend
And maybe consider that Hurting means you're on the mend You're on the mend
Out in the garden we realize that We don't need to be out here at all We both decide there's no point disappearing And I look at you and at me and think that's a good callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
