This is where we fall
Sleepers scattered in the soil
A finger deep, dragged through the ground
A blessed thought in harrowed halls
We could think of nothing else
But what our patch of earth contained
Reminded by our dirt-stained clothes
Of planted possibility
In tender ground, as bare as birth
A shoot emerged from beneath the earth
Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
Cuz I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown
I am overgrown
Between two branches, a rope and tire we cast
Between two worlds, each one higher than the last
I chose the air, chose higher still and left an Eden, found
But in abandon, lost my grip, and shattered, chose the ground
In unkept chaos, as bare as birth
A garden, grey, of tangled earth
Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
Cuz I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown
I've been lying here too long
The branches pushing me apart where weakness showed
But then September swept the overcast aside
Dusted off the winter's curse, and she cut me through like knives
She whistled proudly her season's song
And showed me that I was alive all along
Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
Cuz I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown
I am overgrown