The grass still grows

On a farm somewhere
The grass is fighting through the concrete tears
See 'em all abandoned
Draw the curtains closed
Will one surrender somebodys soul
With a knife in (hold??)
Working the land, hold
Working the land

All of the (deaf trees tiff greens?)
The reconstruction so very real
A step on its treatment
Cuts the concrete square
Someone who was grazing
Are the times to spare
The colour is changing, hold
Working the land, hold
Working the land