Garden Bed - From Indian Lakes, Miriam Devora

We were lost, in the tree lines

I saw glimpses of your love in bloom

And I feel the cost, of your absence

Every branch is reaching out to you

But I can’t see the colors

Of your eyes behind the leaves

And I wait patiently

And when the weight is gone

When they pick you up

I’ll be your rotting petals

I can be sentimental

And when the thorn is soft

Your stems are breaking off

You are a burning flower

You’re suffocating in your garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed

I was calm, in the grass

I spoke my mind you never said a word

And I moved along, but it’s always

On my mind, now I’m never sure

And I can’t see the colors

Of your eyes behind the leaves

And when the weight is gone

When they pick you up

I’ll be your rotting petals

I can be sentimental

And when the thorn is soft

Your stems are breaking off

You are a burning flower

You’re suffocating in your garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed

(And when the weight is gone)

Garden bed

(When they pick you up)

Garden bed

(I'll be your rotting petals)

Garden bed

(I can be sentimental)

Garden bed

(And when the thorn is soft)

Garden bed

(Your stems are breaking off)

Garden bed

(You are a burning flower)

Garden bed

(You're suffocating in your garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed

Garden bed)