Bad Seed

Routier pauvre et chantant

"Are you ready to go?

Just keep yourself strong," I said

To the grotto and stone

the gardens and the thorns of a monastery

And the minute she arrived,

they knew they'd have to bury a bad seed

But she's here, and she tries

But she's here, don't go. Let go.

Don't let go, she could be anywhere

Like a clouded sky, she's almost everywhere

You can't the holy out of the water

And she knew right then she could be anywhere

and here.

Routier pauvre et chantant

And there she concedes

in the gardens and the thorns of a monastery

dirt in her finger nails, dig a little hole for a bad seed

And the minute it was buried,

she knew she'd lost a friend and a sister

She was ready to go

from the grotto and the stone of the monetary

All the life she could taste

from the gardens and the thorns of a bad seed