-Garden-
By: Davey Squires

Goin’ to the garden to pick some roses. Won’t find a rose without a thorn on it. The wind captures a moment of time. Where pedals in the breeze are torn apart.

You look a little bit salty today,
Can I pick you up anything from the store? You look a little bit salty today,
Your silence is understandable.

Goin’ to the garden to pick some roses,
Over the hills and cross the county line.
A place where overcast never shadows,
And sunflower’s gaze dance towards the light.

You look a little bit salty today,
Can I pick you up anything from the store? You look a little bit salty today,
Your silence is understandable.

Bridge cross the river, Into uncharted lands. Rocks from into barriers On a bank of sand.

You look a little bit salty today,
Can I pick you up anything from the store? You look a little bit salty today,
Your silence is understandable.