[Verse 1 — clean jangly guitar; close, breathy vocal] I planted seeds beside the fence Where all the power lines run through The radio won't hold a song But something green is coming up [Pre-chorus — repeat cadence; change final word] I hear it through the window I hear it through the wall [Chorus — warm melody, fuzzy guitars; voice grows frayed] Let it grow through the static Let the roots go where they can Every little burst of color Makes a mark against the gray Let it grow through the static Let it grow [Verse 2 — drop to clean guitar; conversational rhythm] The neighbor says the ground is bad And shakes the gravel from his shoes I leave the gate unlatched at night The rain comes in; the leaves come through [Pre-chorus — same notes, different last word] I hear it through the window I hear it through the rain [Chorus — open, singable; keep grit in the lead] Let it grow through the static Let the roots go where they can Every little burst of color Makes a mark against the gray Let it grow through the static Let it grow [Bridge — bass forward, drums loosen; quietly hopeful] No one has to call it pretty No one has to call it clean There's a flower by the meter Where the sparks used to be [Final chorus — fuzz returns, no layered harmonies] Let it grow through the static Let the roots go where they can Every little burst of color Makes a mark against the gray Let it grow through the static Let it grow
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