If you are the soil
I'm an invasive species and
I mean you no harm
Oh I'd just love to grow here
And I swear by my word I'd never hurt anything
Growing here under these skies
I'd just grow
Oh to see you spread your wings
Gilded in silver
Oh to see you spread your wings
And gild them in gold
You've grown
Though I'm still young
I feel worn down at the edges
And I wish I had something better to do
Than trim rich folks hedges
For almost nothing
All the rich folks hedges
For almost nothing
They just grow