初音ミク, Thea Strand Last Garden Standing

All the houses went for sale
Swing sets rusting in the yard
We took pictures of the mailboxes
Just to prove we made it this far
Plastic bags in empty trees
Broken glass along the curb
You were planting out-of-season seeds
Saying
“Watch what they’ll become”
This is the last garden standing
In a neighborhood of ghosts
Every fence line falling backwards
But your hands still hold this hope
Let the world keep on collapsing
Let the ivy climb the door
We’ll be the last garden standing
Till the cracks turn into soil once more
Power lines like crooked lines
On the pages that we burned
You were humming in the half-light
Naming every weed you turned
Neighbors left their blinds half-closed
Dusty couches
Coffee rings
You just laughed
“They never stayed to see
How good the rain can sting”
This is the last garden standing
In a neighborhood of ghosts
Every fence line falling backwards
But your hands still hold this hope
Let the world keep on collapsing
Let the ivy climb the door
We’ll be the last garden standing
Till the cracks turn into soil once more
One day they’ll pave this over
Call it progress
Call it clean
They won’t know the roots still whisper
All the lives we used to dream (oh)
This is the last garden standing
In a neighborhood of ghosts
Every fence line falling backwards
But your hands still hold this hope
Let the world keep on collapsing
Let the ivy climb the door
We’ll be the last garden standing
Till the quiet learns our names once more