In the garden grows a bed of roses
Though all the other plots have froze
Like how if I wasn't made for you, I choose be by your side
At first there was a reckless hoping
A blossom bloom, a garden's growing
But now there is a silence here, I've chosen it for myself
Each day he puts his hat and coat on
He bundles up against the cold
And he tests the strength, how the prickles branch
He waters the leaves and trunk
I note their growth in spiral notebooks
Awaiting buds in the spring and summer
Though creeping frost took the other plants
I'm keeping this rose alive
In the garden grows a bed of roses
And just one grows though others froze
Like how if I wasn't made for you, I choose to be by your side
Real life
Indifference of real life
Real house
Real car
There's indifference where you are
I hike, I climb
I am moving all the time
Lean close, I dip my toes
Then I stretch out my hands and dive to the bottom, bottom, bottom
I laid a plot and the garden grew
Separated out a plot for you
I need something more than the thought of you
Nothing else I could do
Tried to sneak in the neighbor's yard
They fight all the time and they chase you out
If they stop by and they ask for you
Nothing will happen if I'm with you
It's true, my friend
Nothing will happen if I'm with you
It's true, my dude
Nothing will happen if I'm with you
It's cool, it's cool, it's cool, it's cool