Monstera leaves in a heavy haze
I spend my hours in a humid maze
The Latin names are the only truth
I found my peace in a jungle youth
Cracked glass panes and a faded card
The soil is rich but the wind is hard
Running fast through the open door
I don't want to hide here anymore
The Calathea folds its velvet leaf
A quiet rhythm for a hidden grief
I feel the grit on my shaking hand
A lonely map of a distant land
Cracked glass panes and a faded card
The soil is rich but the wind is hard
Running fast through the open door
I don't want to hide here anymore
The rusted frame holds the summer heat
I hear the drums of a city beat
One old postcard from a coastal town
I'm tearing all of these fences down
Cracked glass panes and a faded card
The soil is rich but the wind is hard
Running fast through the open door
I don't want to hide here anymore
Digging deep in the heavy clay
Throw the watering cans away
Shatter the ceiling, let in the blue
I am starting something brand new
The peat is damp and the roots are deep
But I have promises I must keep
The road is calling in a steady line
I leave the garden and the ivy vine
Cracked glass panes and a faded card
The soil is rich but the wind is hard
Running fast through the open door
I don't want to hide here anymore
Break the glass, hit the road
Leave the garden, drop the load
(Clap, clap)
Drop the load!
