there is no map for where we're goin' we'll have to trust the stars and all that we know is what we were told and now we'll have to start to build our own stories with fresh churned earth it's too late for fairy tales we'll need water and dirt so water with hope and bury your hurt and soon enough there'll be a garden this one's a newborn with clear blue eyes she's free from history and all of its lies so we'll say farewell to the ghosts of the past and we'll write a new book at long long last yes this is a story of what it's all worth the pain and the glory the death and the birth so water with hope and bury your hurt and soon enough there'll be a garden there is no map for where we're goin' we'll have to trust the stars and all that we know is what we were told and now we'll have to start to build our own stories with fresh churned earth it's too late for fairy tales we'll need water and dirt so water with hope and bury your hurt and soon enough there'll be a garden
there is no map for where we're goin' we'll have to trust the stars and all that we know is what we were told and now we'll have to start to build our own stories with fresh churned earth it's too late for fairy tales we'll need water and dirt so water with hope and bury your hurt and soon enough there'll be a garden this one's a newborn with clear blue eyes she's free from history and all of its lies so we'll say farewell to the ghosts of the past and we'll write a new book at long long last yes this is a story of what it's all worth the pain and the glory the death and the birth so water with hope and bury your hurt and soon enough there'll be a garden there is no map for where we're goin' we'll have to trust the stars and all that we know is what we were told and now we'll have to start to build our own stories with fresh churned earth it's too late for fairy tales we'll need water and dirt so water with hope and bury your hurt and soon enough there'll be a garden
