In the Garden
Plum Jam Lyrics

Weeds grow tall
The garden we created has become overgrown and neglected, allowing weeds to thrive.

In the garden we sewed
We worked hard to create this garden, but now it has been left to wilt and decay.

I don't know If they're still growing
I am unsure whether any of the plants we once nurtured are still alive and growing amidst the wildness.

I still find Coffee stains on my mind
Memories from the past still linger, leaving traces of thoughts and emotions behind, like unyielding coffee stains on a piece of fabric.

Even when I try To leave them all behind
Despite my best efforts to move on, these memories haunt me and resurface when I least expect them to.

These fields were mine And those old dusty cars outside They're all intertwined Painting strokes on the artwork inside my mind
The garden, once my territory, is now tangled with rusty, broken-down cars from the outside world, melding together to form an abstract masterpiece of memories that I carry within.

Take that old train line To the next stop in town there's a beautiful fire I'm not saying I miss it I just knew it was mine
A reference to the past, to a place that was once his own. Although he does not miss it, he still recognizes the fire he had within him to create something beautiful.

Leave my soul In the garden, we'll go Chase our old ghost, find our story
He leaves part of his being in the garden and re-visits it to confront the past, uncover the shadows that lurk within, and uncover his own story.

Mystery unfolds like a maze in the backyard It's a beckoning star, carry me carry me carry
The garden is like an enigma that invites him to explore, take its hand, and carry him through its maze as a guiding light in his life.

These trees were mine And those green poison ivy vines Now they're walls of white Once a child's inner wonder now a pain on the eyes
Reference to how time has transformed the garden. Trees that were once his are now spindly and fragile, the green vines that once adorned them now have faded away to mere walls that cause irritation rather than enchantment.

Take your hand in mine We're discovering new worlds in old fashioned times Can you see the past Can you feel the light
Together, they journey to a time when things were less complicated and rediscover the beauty of the past. They question if they can still see the memories of before or sense the luminosity of it all.