So
You've had some time to thing about
If you have no sense of purpose
That's something you can live without
Another endless source of doubt
Horticulture is a loaded word
How
Your time has formed a figure eight
You can call it something serious
Call it a will to make mistakes
Throw it away, empty weight
Horticulture is a loaded word
Now
That your thoughts sit up above
They hold a higher purpose
(But you) still don't know what you're thinking of
Well take the chance, (if you've) had enough
Horticulture is my favourite word
But if you know something I don't I'm gonna implode
