Wisteria

And 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

Than 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

'Cause 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

'Cause 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

Then September swept the overcast aside

Dusted off the winter's curse

As 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)

Tell me what it takes to come alive

To see what you have sown

'Cause I've grown into the ground

And there are branches in my bones

I am overgrown

I am overgrown