[Verse 1]
Evening in the garden
Surrounded by fireflies, we'd only just moved in
I spent my time alone there reading and planted one thing a day
While shoveling the yard, my spade hit a metal box
And in it was a diary, the cover, old and frayed

[Chorus]
It said, "I don't know how much time I have, but I guess we never really do
I thought that I would be terrified, but it's worse to watch them watching
Sometimes I wish our lives were simpler that we never had to stretch the food
That people here would treat my brother well, and that he would know he's good"

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 2]
I laid out all those pages, and in my study, typed them up
It was tough to say how old they were, I guessed sixty years at least
The boy who wrote these words was an odd and complicated mind
But wisdom's often heavier when found before its time

[Chorus]
He said, "We all get stuck in circles, but nothing moves in perfect lines
Connections underlie the things we see, but to nuances, we're blind
And I am never singular, I was born a pair, but walk alone
My mirror shows the things I'm not, but he helps me feel at home"