Verse 1 I just wanted to make her laugh Share the thoughts that filled my head Wild as weeds on a Sunday wind Growing where the angels tread They grew too fast, they grew too far I tended every crooked vine Pruned and shaped and gave away The pieces of this heart of mine Verse 2 Then one day I went quiet Paper thoughts began to scare I didn’t know just what had changed But I knew enough to care So I buttoned up and muzzled down Turned my voice into a ghost Trying not to frighten her And somehow lost myself the most Chorus Oh, the weeds of remembrance Grow where the good things died Twisting round the fence posts Where our yesterdays still hide And the wind keeps telling stories That may be truth or may be lies In a field of old tomorrows Beneath November skies Verse 3 Was I too deep, too dark for her? Or too strange to understand? I was only a restless breeze Blowing through her promised land I wasn’t devil, wasn’t saint Just a man who overflowed And fell in love with a golden heart Before the years grew cold Verse 4 Years and years of little spears Worked their way beneath the skin A thousand wounds too small to see Can still destroy what’s deep within I held on longer than I should She watched me slowly disappear Neither one could find the map Through all that fog and fear Chorus Oh, the weeds of remembrance Grow where the good things died Twisting round the fence posts Where our yesterdays still hide And the wind keeps telling stories That may be truth or may be lies In a field of old tomorrows Beneath November skies Bridge Fear, fear, fear, fear It lived beneath our bed Fear I’d leave like others did The ghosts inside her head The first divorce still haunted us Its echoes never slept And every promise that we made Was measured by what left Debt and doubt and little lies Built bars around our trust And love can’t breathe forever Locked inside a cage of rust Verse 5 So there I hung upon the vine Dying slow but hanging on Frozen like a mammoth trapped Long after summer’s gone I prayed for some miracle reboot A sign from God above But heaven answered with its silence And silence swallowed love Final Chorus Oh, the weeds of remembrance Still grow inside my soul Every memory a photograph Missing pieces of the whole Love and death are tangled roots Beneath the fields we knew And every time remembrance comes The weeds grow back anew Outro I got lost somewhere Maybe in the silence Or maybe in the silence of despair And on Remembrance Day The old field bends and sways Retelling a story Whose truth is as honest as a lie…
