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lyrics
They were roots beneath the garden trees
Under my bare feet and the dirt in between.
What if I could wake their resting memories?
There were birds in the garden trees
Where my hands could not reach.
I touched the age-salted gate,
pressed my face in to see.
There were bones in the ground
in the good bone garden
I heard my lungs heaving sound
inside their own bone cage
I reached in and I heard my name.
I heard children laughing out of doors,
cracked pavement under their feet.
I felt the fullness and the movement and the joy
of their whole lives in the breeze.
I saw the slow burning of grass
in the red sun’s reach
I felt the slow turning silence
living underneath.
There were bones in the ground
in the good bone garden.
I heard my lungs heaving sound
inside their own bone cage.
I reached in and I heard my name,
I reached in and I heard my name.
You will forget the garden, the garden.
There’s something in the garden.
You will forget the garden, the garden.
There’s something in the garden.
There's something in the garden, the garden.
You will forget the garden.
The garden, there’s something in the garden.
You will forget the garden.
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