who are these people i've come to meet
where is this place i've come to live
what is this love i've got to give
i feel i've forgotten quite a few things
i've grown tired of the songs i used to sing
i'm circling round thoughts i used to know
i can't stop thinking of the place i'm from
i never told you, but i planted seeds in the cracks of your heart
i planted flowers where bits had broken apart
i'd hoped a garden would spring out of your chest
anything to cure you of this nasty mess
but i'm still heading to bed each night alone
and each morning i wake up, i'm still cold
a frozen heart can take some time to thaw
like the midwest winter's reign/rain over fall
so i've been giving it quite a bit of thought
i'm taking in the products of what i've wrought
but those seeds i planted still refuse to grow
perhaps because they miss the winter snow
so maybe it's worse to fall in love
than it is to wake up and just be in
love
i'm learning to love you more
it's just going to take some time
