1. Garden

From the recording Jack of All Fruits


As I watch the tree outside the window speak to me
I feel each word that carves their name into the leaves
And I know that there is always more than what meets my eye
But I don't ever want to look away
And I, I’m trying to decide which way is home
But I lost my phone
And now the night is falling on both sides
So if I lay here

Lay my back down on the dying grass
There ain’t nothing here but moments passed
I think time is falling out of tune
I think I’m falling out of love with you