I am a brick in a broken wall
Watching the heavy summer rain fall
I feel the ivy climb up my spine
Tracing a slow and a steady line
Green gold is spilling on the street
Where the wild clover and iron meet
Concrete is blooming in the gray
Taking the hollow city away
Rusted old fenders are sinking deep
While the pale willow branches sweep
Moss makes a carpet on every floor
Locking the hinge of a heavy door
Vines wrap around a dead traffic light
Turning the morning a vivid bright
Cracks in the pavement are opening wide
Giving the clover a place to hide
Green gold is spilling on the street
Where the wild clover and iron meet
Concrete is blooming in the gray
Taking the hollow city away
Steel turns to powder and falls to grit
Bending the frame till the pieces split
Roots push the asphalt and break the seal
Turning the ghost of a spinning wheel
Birds build a nest in a copper wire
Singing a song like a holy choir
I hold the weight of a thousand years
While the new garden finally appears
Green gold is spilling on the street
Where the wild clover and iron meet
Concrete is blooming in the gray
Taking the hollow city away
Green gold on the street
Where the wild clover meet
Just let it bloom
Let it bloom