Bad Seed

Routier pauvre et chantant
 "Are you ready to go?
 Just keep yourself strong," I said
 To the grotto and stone
 The gardens and the thorns of a monastery
 And the minute she arrived,
 They knew they'd have to bury a bad seed
 But she's here, and she tries
 But she's here, don't go. Let go.
 Don't let go, she could be anywhere
 Like a clouded sky, she's almost everywhere
 You can't the holy out of the water
 And she knew right then she could be anywhere
 And here.
 Routier pauvre et chantant
 And there she concedes
 In the gardens and the thorns of a monastery
 Dirt in her finger nails, dig a little hole for a bad seed
 And the minute it was buried,
 She knew she'd lost a friend and a sister
 She was ready to go
 From the grotto and the stone of the monetary
 All the life she could taste
 From the gardens and the thorns of a bad seed