Stepped off the plane with my head down
My tiny fists full of seeds
Wind whipping right through my hair
Like floating vines spreading free
Running from America
London won't you wash my hands clean
I'll grow a victory garden
Blooming from a past of weeds
A culture shock to the system
A wave of homesick within
Can I crawl back through your window
Is it too far to swim
But I can be anyone I want here
Planting versions of me
Maybe one of them will make it
I'll trim the dead off these trees
Running from America
London won't you wash my hands clean
I'll grow a victory garden
Blooming from a past of weeds
Running from America
London won't you wash my hands clean
I'll grow a victory garden
Blooming from a past of weeds
Looking back I feel overgrown
Rooting down in a place so unknown
Looking back I feel overgrown
Rooting down in a place so unknown
Running from America
London won't you wash my hands clean
I'll grow a victory garden
Blooming from a past of weeds