Our love is overgrown, our love is overgrown
With branches and weeds that yesterday's rose
And so it seems that we let it go
Nobody knows, nobody knows like me
Our love always has room to go in and out of bloom
But never so far as to be out on a limb
I think this love, it just needs a trim
Nobody knows, nobody knows like me
Under this love, no one can find us
Under this love, no one can find us
Which is a good thing
Our love is making sure
There's always food in the store
And there's branches and weeds and yesterday's rose
Will flower again as high as the top window
Nobody knows, nobody knows like me
Nobody knows, nobody knows like me
And so it seems that we let it go