Weeds Songtext / Lyric

There is an anger comes off this girl

That she can't find an origin

The things I plant won't grow

Yet the wild weeds flower in wind and snow



Nothing to be, nothing to prove

Nowhere to go, nothing to lose

Nothing to lose






When will my season come

Was I born of infertile soil

Is my seed without song

Can I not see the woods for these forests in my head

Can I not see the sunlight as I play dead?



Nothing to be, nothing to prove

Nowhere to go, nothing to lose

Nothing to lose