but the rapids they rush over you with their loud as nails spray
still they grow more vivid in your eyes even as they decay
we’re dying stars we’re blades of grass
half nourished and half vain
and somewhere somehow some of us
keep quietly contained
in this overgrown Eden x2
you called me on this once before
and now I realize it’s true
white trees reflected in tinted glass are like promises to you too
we’ve been to the river, we’ve searched through the mud
known wishes and their scenes
but nothing that we’ve felt before
keeps us guessing like these dreams
again so we go so we go again
in this overgrown Eden x2
once we flew with outstretched wings, once we were the free
now I come with outstretched hands, so lay your hands on me
you’ve always been my vine of truth so heal me once again
I’m reaching out and holding on but I can’t keep trying to reach back out again
in this overgrown Eden
not frightened or alarmed am I - more probably just cold
and this will all be washed away when you and I are old
these plastic chairs and knowing stares
empty now as they were before
as thimbles, dogs and battleships
keep asking us the score
in this overgrown Eden (repeat as chorus to end)
but the rapids they rush over you with their loud as nails spray
still they grow more vivid in your eyes even as they decay
we’re dying stars we’re blades of grass
half nourished and half vain
and somewhere somehow some of us
stay silently sustained
