[Verse 1]
Starlings burst the bleeding sun
The stone underfoot comes undone
I do know more slowly we will ramble
Those strong bones of us more fickle
Slow too the thoughts
The speed at which they pace
Gaps between to widen and erase
[Chorus]
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
[Verse 2]
I do know strands of hair now golden
Grey multiply, dominate the forest
Wiry and coarse, they blow the color of smoke
Sheafs round your shoulders
Fall fields, overgrown
[Chorus]
Ovеrgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Ovеrgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
[Chorus]
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown