its such a strange vine
wrapped around my neck bone
twisted up between my steps
between my steps
I'm tripping and falling over
things we just couldn't get over
i tried my best
to get it off my chest
songs we never wrote
seeds they wouldn't sow
were taking it all to the end
and we're planting our own garden
the sun came
while you were shining
the tide flew
when we were writing a symphony
in the key of D
songs that had lost their luster
finally they found their color
we made jokes
about starting a new band
six years working this whole plan
maybe ill make a home with you
its been the -----------------------
these brake lights
and city limits
i can't afford the truth
we are two indians in the same canoe
maybe i'll just start something new
we're taking it all to the end
and we're planting our own garden
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