you came after me we eloped without a sound we rushed it
now i'm all limbs all hands all eyes all feeling
you say i'm all heart like it's a bad thing
made my way as a sprout from the seed in the hole in the ground
you say when i came out i wasn't me i was bold i was proud
now i'm all fists all mouth all talk all aching
tell me i'm all heart like it's a bad thing
we all need to grow
i became a stalk from the sprout from the seed in the hole
i would lay and talk take it down let's see what i know
i know i'm all mind lacking logic full of panic no strings
they say i'm all heart like it's a bad thing
i became a flower from the stalk from the sprout from the seed
became afraid that our love would walk right out on me
i know you're all mine full of logic now i panic cause the strings
pull on my heart like they're attacking
we all need to grow
beauty comes from ordinary soil so why don't we see it?
