These days I see the plants
Like they're my kin
I walk along the garden path
To watch the world we're in
I'm seeing trouble
For the moss beneath my feet
For the visions that they heed
These days won't last
I feed on birdsong 
Home is where I build a bed
I fold my body
Like a flower around my head
And I know
Love is a thing we used to grow
Long nights have been vanilla
And thick as tar
We seem to look at life quite different
We watch it from afar
We're seeing chaos
Like a virus in our mind
Oh to be born male rich and white
These days won't last
I feed on birdsong 
Home is where I build a bed
I fold my body like a flower around my bed
And I know
Love is a thing we used to grow
I feed on birdsong 
Home is where I build a bed
I fold my body like a flower around my bed
And I know
Love is a thing we used to grow
Love is a thing we used to grow
Love is a thing we used to grow