Maybe I'm saying this wrong

It's not the concept just the packaging

I meant I wanted you here, you know

Until the damp becomes a memory

Do whatever you want with it

This nation as a consolation prize

Where burden and expectation flow

We've got pressure from all sides

But this back yard is not a garden

No matter what you think it means

This house is not your home

You brought nothing to share with me

Now your voice is all over everything

Remind me we're the budget vеrsion

Of all that you thought it could be

I'm learning all-new mеanings

Like your version of loyalty

Thought we'd skirt the stereotypes

But what's the German word for

"You're always surprising"?

And this back yard is not a garden

No matter what you think it means

This house is not your home

You brought nothing to share with me

But this back yard is not a garden

No matter what you think it means

This house is not your home

You brought nothing to share with me