These days I see the plants like they're my kin I walk along the garden path and watch the world we're in I'm seeing trouble for the moss beneath my feet For the visions that they heed These days won't last I feed on birdsong, home is where I build a bed I fold my body like a flower around my head And I know love is a thing we used to grow ♪ Long nights have been vanilla and thick as tar We seem to look at life quite different, we watch it from afar We're seeing chaos like a virus in our mind Oh, to born male, rich and white These days won't last I feed on birdsong, home is where I build a bed I fold my body like a flower around my head And I know love is a thing we used to grow ♪ I feed on birdsong, home is where I build a bed I fold my body like a flower around my head I feed on birdsong, home is where I build a bed And I know love is a thing we used to grow ♪ Love is a thing we used to grow ♪ Love is a thing we used to grow