I can smell a faint echo of a memory, in the petrichor and the smoke
and after all I realise, that this has all been a joke
and it’s not only you, you see you’re just like me
not even a man just a road to be walked upon
nothing else matters to her because we’re all just
flowers in the garden of Sarah

no nothing else matters to her just because
you’re just another petal in the garden of Sarah

when first she came to me, I thought I would die, if she even turned and looked my way
I’d live in her pocket, just coil round her tongue so I could hang on every word that she might say
ah she’s too good for me, I’d tell all my friends
she’s so gorgeous that she makes me shallow again
I should have realised just how I would end up
as just another petal in the garden of Sarah

and you’re just like me, you don’t have a soul
no hopes, no dreams, no feelings at all
you’ll never be anything close to her
‘cause you’re just another petal in the garden of Sarah

then I realised that I was not the only one penned inside these walls of old convict brick
but we all held our tongues, no you wouldn’t dare complain, or she’d spit and swear and snap you like a stick
like the lilies in the day jasmine in the dark
she’d pot me and prune me and peel back my bark
she doesn’t care about leaving her mark
‘cause everything is rosy in the garden of Sarah

and you’re just like me, you don’t have a soul
no hopes, no dreams, no feelings at all
you’ll never be anything close to her
‘cause you’re just another petal in the garden of Sarah

now I crawl in the leaves, I writhe in the dirt, in the hope that she might notice me again
and I know I should leave, probably could if I would, probably would if I only had a brain
now all she can see as she’s looking down
is some far forgotten forlorn fuckup floating around
your leaves have all withered and your roots can’t be found
when you’re just another petal in the garden of Sarah

and you’re just like me, you don’t have a soul
no hopes, no dreams, no feelings at all
you’ll never be anything close to her
‘cause you’re just another petal in the garden of Sarah

now the flowers have wilted, the bees have all gone in this unspeakable unstoppable decline
the trees have been hewn, the fields have been sundered, torn up by the tractors of my mind
now I feel like, though it’s awful to say
some slippery sleazy slimy slug just sliding away
but I can’t help but think that I’ll be back again some day
to be just another petal in the garden of Sarah

and you’re just like me, you don’t have a soul
no hopes, no dreams, no feelings at all
you’ll never be anything close to her
‘cause you’re just another petal in the garden of Sarah
you’re just another petal in the garden of Sarah