[Verse 1] Under the glasshouse roof, the morning holds its breath A small green branch is writing circles on the mist You trace the Latin letters slowly with your thumb As if a hidden country waits for us to come [Pre-Chorus] No one names the soil beneath us No one knows what roots remember [Chorus] Scyphiphora, carry me gently Past the locked gate, past the rosemary Scyphiphora, keep something growing Where we leave, let the quiet keep going [Verse 2] The gardener turns the key and checks the eastern pane A moth has left a powder map beside the drain We fold the borrowed labels, place them in a tin You laugh because the smallest things keep asking to begin [Pre-Chorus] No one names the soil beneath us No one knows what roots remember [Chorus] Scyphiphora, carry me gently Past the locked gate, past the rosemary Scyphiphora, keep something growing Where we leave, let the quiet keep going [Bridge] If the season takes the color If the cold takes every sign Leave one seed beside the water I will know that it was mine [Final Chorus] Scyphiphora, carry me gently Past the locked gate, past the rosemary Scyphiphora, keep something growing Where we leave, let the quiet keep going [Outro] A small green branch in the morning A small green branch, still unfolding
