Lyrics: Paul Martini
Music: Paul Martini
it’s tuesday and the soil is finally dry
i bought that heavy bag of dirt we talked about
the one from the market near the train station
where that old man sells those sour oranges
you’re wearing my oversized shirt
the one with the blue paint stain on the hem
and i think i might actually stay this time
(stay this time)
nobody is looking for us
just the sound of the ceiling fan spinning
(spinning, spinning)
everything feels heavy but in a good way
like a blanket that finally fits
we’re just growing things in the backyard now
building a whole world inside this wooden fence
i used to want the fast life, the loud parts
but eating fruit with you feels like winning
(feels like everything)
just a full life, nothing missing
i haven't looked at my reflection once today
don’t care if my hair is a mess or if i’m pale
you’re digging holes for the jasmine vines
your fingernails are stained dark with earth
and you look at me like i’m the only thing that matters
(the only thing)
it’s almost scary how quiet my mind is getting
(so quiet now)
we’re just growing things in the backyard now
building a whole world inside this wooden fence
i used to want the fast life, the loud parts
but eating fruit with you feels like winning
(feels like everything)
just a full life, nothing missing
i’m usually the one to burn it down before it starts
i’ve got matches in my pocket i’m not using
(let ‘em stay dry)
the garden is green because you’re here to water it too
living full, living full
(with you)
just watching the leaves change
(all the green)
we don't need a reason to leave the house
(stay right here)
(stay with me)