Lyrics

My grandmother kept a garden
With a stone at the northern end
She would talk to it in the evenings
Like the stone was an old, old friend
She said honey, the tide comes for everyone
It came for my mother too
But I heard a strange wind rising
And I swear it sounded new

We are reaching escape velocity
The tide is losing its hold
Every year is giving us more years back
Nobody here needs to grow old
Fly, fly, the falling is over
Fly, the gravity's done
We were born inside the well of sorrow
And we're climbing into the sun

The fevers that took the children
Are names in a book somewhere
And the heart that breaks on a Tuesday
Is mended by morning prayer
And the medics move like miracles
Like the stories from the screen
Every wound a door that closes
Every scar a might-have-been

We are reaching escape velocity
The tide is losing its hold
Every year is giving us more years back
Nobody here needs to grow old
Fly, fly, the falling is over
Fly, the gravity's done
We were born inside the well of sorrow
And we're climbing into the sun

So plant your garden, love
Plant it wide and slow
There is time now, there is time now
For everything to grow
There is time now
There is time