She plants a seed
Waters down the grove
Waits for the orange trees to grow
Starves for a season
While the roots take their shape
Neighbors trees a reach away

Sweet angel, tomorrow we’ll be good
But tonight, let’s sin one last time

She sees the news
Says a storm is coming
Tomorrow this house is gone
She starts to pack
I grab her hand
Let’s use this bed one last time

Sweet angel, tomorrow we’ll be good
But tonight, let’s sin one last time