One by one the knots we've tied will come undone Like picking locks, we'll sow our seeds beneath the sun Our accomplice is the rain, with patience That of saints
It grows and grows, our home sweet home
It took me 27 years to wrap my head around this To brush the ashes off of everything I love Where courage was contagious, confidence was key Right as rain and soft as snow It grows and grows and grows, our home sweet home
We'll try to document this light, with Cameras to our eyes In an effort to remember What being mended feels like