
When you first walked into the garden
You would worship the leaves
You seem to have forgotten
What it feels like to breathe
Another echo on the breeze
Trees turned into factories
Now you know it never was for free
Or me
I tried to touch the grass
But cut myself on broken glass
I washed it in the sea
But it's all full of mercury
Another echo on the breeze
Trees turned into factories
Now you know it never was for free
Or me
Or me