[Verse 1] In a wilderness of mirrors, I plant hope in the dirt Ask the glass what keeps me warm, ask the glass what still can hurt Clean the windows of my seeing; tell me, who should make amends? Do I kneel to ask forgiveness, or forgive before it ends? [Pre-Chorus] At the far edge of my thinking Where the dark keeps turning in I can’t tell which face is mine now Or where the light gets in [Chorus] I keep planting hope where the wild things grow Though the smoke-screen mirrors never tell me so If my reflection breaks in a hundred ways I’ll look for the seed beneath the haze I keep planting hope, though I don’t know Which way the overgrown futures go [Verse 2] Yesterday’s year keeps calling from a room I’ve left behind Quivering shadows, still as portraits, leave their weather in my mind Every thought becomes a chemical tide against the shore Waves come crashing into time, then pull away once more [Pre-Chorus] Fallen fruit beneath the branches Sweetness bruised against the ground I am gathering the pieces Of the love we scattered round [Chorus] I keep planting hope where the wild things grow Though the smoke-screen mirrors never tell me so If my reflection breaks in a hundred ways I’ll look for the seed beneath the haze I keep planting hope, though I don’t know Which way the overgrown futures go [Bridge] We scrape for words that sting like truth Watch our younger selves grow still Time keeps passing through the window Past the houses, past the hill When the ego loosens its grip When the old names leave the skin Nature turns its patient circle And begins the world again [Verse 3] Digital wanderers wait for a renewal far away Souls connected through a screen, with nothing left to say Like clean water slipping down a drain beyond the wall A voice can vanish without anyone hearing it at all [Final Chorus] I keep planting hope where the wild things grow Though the smoke-screen mirrors never tell me so If my reflection breaks in a hundred ways I’ll look for the seed beneath the haze I keep planting hope, through the uncertain years Through the fractured glass, through the salt of tears I keep planting hope, though I don’t know Which way the overgrown futures go [Outro] In a wilderness of mirrors I plant hope
