Song | Weeds |
Artist | Queenadreena |
Album | Taxidermy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(K.J.Garside / C.Gray) | |
There is an anger comes off this girl, | |
That she can't find an origin, | |
The things | |
I plant won't grow, | |
Yet the wild weeds flower in wind and snow. | |
Nothing to be nothing to prove, | |
Nowhere to go nothing to lose. | |
When will my season come, | |
Was I born of infertile soil, | |
Is my seed without song, | |
Can I not see the woods for these forests in my head, | |
Can I not see the sunlight as | |
I play dead? | |
Nothing to be nothing to prove, | |
Nowhere to go nothing to lose. |