Kris Delmhorst - Oleander lyrics

Born a little soon, raised on too much moon Learned to get by on leave me alone Be the restless one, be the burning son Then you filled your hands with oleander and All the strippings of pride gone astray All that secret work, all those pretty words That still don't hold you Now you spend your days in the dappled rays Of his love like a fern in the shade In a world of green no one's ever seen And oh it holds you