Good days will come and they will go
When I find a piece of bliss I never let it grow
In my garden of dead marigolds
The weeds are strong and overgrown
If kids felt like they had a future
They wouldn't live
So recklessly
A faint memory
That might as well be a dream
And I could well be the
Greatest alive
But I'm impatient
So I won't find the time
Good days have come and they have gone
But the damage has been done
Because there's still something wrong
In my garden of dead marigolds
The weeds are starved and getting old
In my garden of dead marigolds
The weeds are starved and getting old
In my garden of dead marigolds
The weeds are starved and getting old
In my garden of dead marigolds
The weeds are starved and getting old