You stand by the canal bridge rail
The winter fog is thick and pale
Your coat is damp and turning grey
You watch the floating barges sway
Step inside the steamed up pane
Leave behind the freezing rain
Touch the velvet leaf of green
The softest sight you've ever seen
In the glass garden we grow slow
Where the Monstera shadows flow
Warm soil resting on your skin
Let the quiet light begin
You find the Calathea bloom
Scenting every corner of the room
I tell you how the roots hold tight
Deep inside the peat and night
Step inside the steamed up pane
Leave behind the freezing rain
Touch the velvet leaf of green
The softest sight you've ever seen
In the glass garden we grow slow
Where the Monstera shadows flow
Warm soil resting on your skin
Let the quiet light begin
The iron beams are turning red
Where the rusted winter water spread
But here the air is thick and sweet
A hidden place for us to meet
Wait for the seed to break the shell
Listen to the garden bell
Patience is a heavy stone
A secret that the plants have known
In the glass garden we grow slow
Where the Monstera shadows flow
Warm soil resting on your skin
Let the quiet light begin
You smile at the potting clay
We let the city fade away
Your frozen hands are finally warm
Safe inside this leafy storm
In the glass garden we grow slow
Where the Monstera shadows flow
Warm soil resting on your skin
Let the quiet light begin
Just a little more light.
Stay inside the glass.
