I am the phantom screaming on corridors
And I am the weed between vegetables
And I am the answer for your fervent prayers
Becoming a garden, come unlock my gates
I am the excerpt no one wants to quote
And I am the volume no one ever wrote
And I'm lost and found to be lost again
Becoming a garden, come uproot my faith
I am the answer for questions unasked
And I am the ending of unstarted task
And I am the ruin raised between chateaux
Becoming a garden, come and see me grow
Good God will kill us all
Good God will kill us all
And I am the many, yet I stand alone
And I'm an equation, yet I stand unsolved
And I am the fire no one wants to light
Becoming a garden, withered, dim and wild
