

Under the glass of the evening air
Tiny green lanterns open there
They rise from the soil like a slow-held flame
Lighting the path though they don't need a name
Leaves full of gold in the cool blue rain
Turning the dark into wonder again
I follow the shimmer through branches that bend
A garden of light where the lost roads end
Glowing plants, keep burning low
Teach my tired heart how to grow
In your quiet fire I can see
The night make room for memory
Roots hold stories under stone and stream
Petals lean open as if they could dream
Each little lantern is steady and kind Holding a map for the
ones left behind
If morning comes and your colors fade
I'll carry the glow that your silence made
Glowing plants, keep burning low
Teach my tired heart how
to grow
In your quiet fire I can see The night make room for
memory
Glowing plants, guide me home Make the wild earth feel less unknown
Still they shine
Still they shine (ooh)