Wisteria
Hands Like Houses Lyrics

This is where we fall,
We are in a place of vulnerability and surrender.

Sleepers scattered in the soil
We are like seeds planted in the ground, waiting to grow.

A finger deep, dragged through the ground
We are digging deep into our own potential and possibilities.

A blessed thought in harrowed halls.
We are hopeful and optimistic despite the challenges we face.

We could think of nothing else
Our focus is solely on the potential and growth within ourselves.

But what our patch of earth contained,
We are aware of the limitations and opportunities within our own lives.

Reminded by our dirt-stained clothes
We are reminded of our connection to the earth and the potential for new growth.

Of planted possibility.
We are full of potential for growth and change.

In tender ground, as bare as birth,
We are in a vulnerable state, much like a newborn.

A shoot emerged from beneath the earth.
There is potential for new growth and new beginnings from our vulnerable state.

Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows.
We are seeking insight and guidance from someone who has experience with growth and change.

Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
We are seeking advice on how to reach our full potential and see the results of our efforts.

Because I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
We have become deeply rooted and intertwined with our potential for growth and change.

I am overgrown.
We have grown beyond our previous limitations and are ready for new challenges.

Between two branches, a rope and tire we cast
We are faced with a decision between two paths, each with its own challenges and rewards.

Between two worlds, each one higher than the last.
We are being pulled in two directions, each promising greater growth and success.

I chose the air, chose higher still and left an Eden, found,
We have chosen the more challenging and rewarding path, leaving behind a simpler life.

But in abandon, lost my grip, and shattered, chose the ground
Despite our best efforts, we have fallen and are forced to start anew.

In unkept chaos, as bare as birth,
We are once again vulnerable and starting from scratch.

A garden, grey, of tangled earth.
Our potential for growth and change is shrouded in uncertainty and confusion.

I've been lying here too long,
We have been static for too long, and it is time for change.

The branches pushing me apart where weakness showed,
Our weaknesses have caused us to stagnate and prevent further growth.

But then September swept the overcast aside,
A new season or opportunity has presented itself.

Dusted off the winter's curse, and she cut me through like knives.
We have been given a fresh start - painful, but necessary for growth.

She whistled proudly her season's song
We are joyful and optimistic about the possibilities ahead.

And showed me that I was alive all along.
We have rediscovered our potential for growth and change, and are ready to seize it.