Planted Seeds

You and me
 Before we became enemies
 And found a safer place to be
 Out here in the rain
 Comfort me
 Hold me like you'd want to be
 And I will do the best I can
 With the little that I know
 It's the waiting hours that hold you up like a clock
 and show you what you are
 the wreckage of a dream
 the hope for faster speeds
 and the weight of all the world
 But here we are
 Picking flowers out of jars
 Long before the market starts
 And the bustle of the day
 And talk to me
 In languages we'd like to speak
 In the alphabet of planted seeds
 With a home for what ... grown
 It's the waiting hours that hold you up
 like a clock
 And show you what you are, show you what you are
 The wreckage of a dream
 The hope for faster speeds
 And the weight of all the world