Lyrics

Walking to clear my head
Won't let the bed bugs get their way again
I've been so sure
I thought I'd lived this before
Been here before

Remain composed
You never know what's got hold
How typical
So where'd the magic go
Won't let the bed bugs win again

I sold
Our home
For more ghosts
Than I could ever hold
On my own

Where do all good things grow
Where do all good things grow
Where do all good things grow
Where do all good things grow

Who set the sun burn, shower us
Where went my wonder
Where went the curious
Where do all good things grow
Picture the good things
Picture the bad things go

And let the bad things go
Picture the good things
And let the bad things go
Picture the good things
And let the bad things go
Picture the good things
Picture the bad things go
Picture the good things