You walk the rows of humid green
The strangest place you've ever seen
Below the books and ink and glue
Where silver pipes are dripping dew
The iron gates are locked and cold
The heavy stories all unfold
You feel the pressure in your chest
Until the seedlings find their rest
Grow your garden in the deep
While the city falls asleep
Underneath the library floor
Lock the heavy metal door
You prune the vines of velvet red
While ancient poets sleep in bed
The humid air is thick and sweet
Above the noise of crowded street
The iron gates are locked and cold
The heavy stories all unfold
You feel the pressure in your chest
Until the seedlings find their rest
Grow your garden in the deep
While the city falls asleep
Underneath the library floor
Lock the heavy metal door
The LEDs cast a frozen blue
A synthetic kind of morning dew
You touch the soil with shaking hands
A secret world in hidden lands
Grow your garden in the deep
While the city falls asleep
Underneath the library floor
Lock the heavy metal door
The archives hold a thousand years
Of paper ghosts and dried out tears
But you prefer the scent of lime
And growing leaves in borrowed time
Grow your garden in the deep
While the city falls asleep
Underneath the library floor
Lock the heavy metal door
The water pumps begin to hum
The rhythm beats like a steady drum
You build a wall of emerald lace
Inside this cold and concrete space
Grow your garden in the deep
While the city falls asleep
Underneath the library floor
Lock the heavy metal door
Keep the green, keep the gold.
In the deep, in the cold.
Lock the door.
