Squashed Blossoms 歌词

Deep down in my cellar hole I craft bulbs that grow, grow, GROW! No one sees and no one knows. In this I act alone! Wilting down those wooden stairs I poke and prod at botany! Exhalations in the yellow light, my fingers creak and I sing out! Deep down in my cellar hole I go… No one sees a thing so no one knows…