There's a girl that lies in my garden.
Surrounded by the flowers...
Rock a lala spills drama
from the ceiling to the floor...
Im lost in birdsong,
Its not me who sings...
Im lost in birdsong,
Its not me who sings...
Rock a lala spills drama
from the ceiling to the floor...
True loves fair spirit drifts,
Like a lakes ripple...
There's a girl that lies in my garden.
Surrounded by the flowers...
Ride to the sky with me,
we'll be flying for hours...
Life is just articulate pigments of imagination. |