There is a girl out in her garden,
shes taken off her shoes again.
She raises her head up to the sky,
just so she can feel the rain.

What worries have you faced,
what troubles you?
What brings you there,
doing the things you tell yourself you must do.

All the crosses you must have bared,
and the love that you have lost;
just because you've been scared.

All these rules, you tell yourself you must live by,
are they the things that keep you lonely,
or are they the things that keep you alive?