Garden

Lay me to sleep in this bed
soft and silent I am free.
Come back to life as I rest
let the night bend over me.
(chorus)
This is not the world I know
this wind blows
with a strange scent.
I watch my garden grow,
dark and low,
its body bent.
I dream I sink to the depths
watch the light above disappear.
I wake with fear in my chest
and feel strangers in the air.
(chorus)
This is not the world I know
this wind blows
with a strange scent.
I watch my garden grow,
dark and low
its body bent.
This is still the world we know
the wind will blow
the dead leaves away.
To let our garden grow
to more room
we can start again.