作曲 : Tamara Lindeman

 I grew pale white lilacs and wild columbine
 And all of it was mine
 In old recycling bins I grew watermelon vine
 And all of it was mine
 And everything I saw seemed to get so small
 Like from a speeding car, old familiar barns
 I made hard wheat bread, and rhubarb berry fool
 And I gave it all to you
 I crumpled all my clothes and to the floor I threw them
 And turned right back to you
 My rotten softwood fence, my sagging hydro line
 All of it is mine, all of it is mine
 The mice come in at night in the muddy streetlight shine
 See the hulking brown skyline -
 All of it is mine, all of it is mine
 And all the while I shrunk I pulled my clothes around
 Like my body I could drown
 I dug up shattered glass and forgotten plastic trucks
 And coiled faded twine
 And all of it is mine
 My buckling plaster walls, cracks snake and wind
 All of it is mine
 And everything I knew I seemed to see right through
 Like cheap cotton skirts like the Madawaska view
 All these things I knew
 Muddy white petunias, lobelia trails blue-eyed
 All of it is mine
 Irises shot up high and white lilies tumbled shy
 All of it is mine
 I dug up all my carrots with their wild orange hue
 And I gave them all to you
 And all the words with which I didn't know what to do
 Oh I said them all to you