Put my best shoes on and meet Mother in the kitchen Follow Sister, stomping plastic Empty milk gallon graveyard, recycling rockstars Soldiers of the lord
Stare out my window at the neighbors at night Serpentine explanations for why I stayed out of sight Rosemary Robinson, my stars and my sun Hannah and I in the cemetery aisles overcome with belief That everything we'd eat
Was good and clean We'd spit our seeds Gonna make this garden grow Inch by inch and row by row Row by row
Early winter morning, Beau puts on the coffee Making records in my bedroom Tin foil in the heat vents, get high in the basement Sing into my mouth
Perched on the counter in our shorts and our socks Share a smoke on the sofa and blow a kiss to the cops Here, help me move the kitchen table aside Heaven Hill in the freezer for the bags stamped beneath our eyes Opened miles wide
And all we'd seen Was gold and green Gonna make this garden grow Inch by inch and row by row Row by rowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
