Forsythia

Pack up memory boxes Pull up garden roots Tell your boss you're leaving Baby we must move Oh the spring Feels much warmer here Forsythia In bloom for you, my dear Ice around your feet Concrete in your shoes Gray seeps up inside you Baby we must move Oh the spring Feels much warmer here Forsythia In bloom for you, my dear Oh I will follow you Oh Wherever we go to Forsythia In bloom for us, my dear If not now, if not now, not now Then when?