Over the garden wall where I used to climb

Stone temples built on metal catch my fall before I lie with grass and rust

Living lines of linen form the creases of my skin 

Blood runs red as spoiled wine

Stains on the hems, strings unravel

Oh I wanted to feel everything 

I wanted to be right

We live like animals, civility is not in sight

Nothing in these halls brings me pleasure anymore

So I will take the plunge

Over the garden wall

Softness in the whispers crossing depths we never had

Confiding in the sisters, in hope, elope to find out who I am

In the fossils, in the ridge, in my hands, and in my wrists

The beauty of it all is that it never much makes sense until we’re climbing up the wall 

I’d rather face it

Tried blaming myself

For ignoring the things i want 

Oh I wanted to feel everything

I wanted to feel right

We live like animals, civility is not in sight

Nothing in these halls brings me pleasure anymore

So I will take the plunge

Over the garden wall