This rose is from your mother's garden
'Cause I didn't think to buy one before I came
It photosynthesized and drank the moon above you
Which swore a vow to love you all the same
And I won't be long, I won't be long
These trees, they think I'll never leave you
They're certain that I need you like the sunshine
But their biology forgets the coming autumn
And every leaf will leave them for the first time
These trees were planted here before we were born
But this love my eyes have ceased to mourn
Will fade with the morning