I see the flowers in your garden are in bloom.

I see the flags are flying high.

I hear you've gone and rearranged things in your room.

I guess you're trying to cut-off my air supply.



I came toward your window, real slowly.

I knew deep down I was about to strike oil.

I guess by the now the flowers in your garden know me.

I felt them trying to get at me through the soil.



my bare feet felt the cool, soft dirt,

moving up my ankles, but I don't fear you.

the thorns began tearing at my shirt,

but I didn't even care when they tore clear through.



your garden can't hurt me.

your flowers don't threaten my life.

your garden can't hurt me anymore.

your flowers don't threaten my life.