I walk in the garden as the light is fading
and I know who I am, I know who I am
I walk on the streets with my heart wide open
and I know where the ground is, I know where the ground 
is

Beneath my feet I plant these seeds to bring back life to 
those who died
Man, woman and child all reconciled and it's a true 
cliché
We need no proof, it's quiet clear
We know, we know what makes the flowers grow

Woman paints a picture, red blood on white sheets
Another crucifixion for a man with vision
I know where the ground, I know where the sound is

These hands we hold to be free, one act of kindness 
recognized
Man, woman and child all reconciled and it's a true 
cliché
We need no proof, it's quiet clear
We know, we know, we know what makes the flowers grow

Love, love makes the flowers grow

and it's a true cliché
We need no proof it's quiet clear
We know, we know what makes the flowers grow