Weeds Lyrics - Queen Adreena

(K.J.Garside / C.Gray) 

There is an anger comes off this girl, 

That she can't find an origin, 

The things I plant won't grow, 

Yet the wild weeds flower in wind and snow. 

Nothing to be nothing to prove, 

Nowhere to go nothing to lose. 

When will my season come, 

Was I born of infertile soil, 

Is my seed without song, 

Can I not see the woods for these forests in my head, 

Can I not see the sunlight as I play dead?