On a stormy day the clouds move too fast to see, The shapes they make or how they wrap, Our little world right up.
Ohhhhhh! I'm in your garden, but I want a forest. I'm in god's garden, I'll make it a forest, I'll make it a forest.
You cut your ideas, in your own way, The silly little plans, the games you play.
You try to make me lose faith, We're all made that way.
There's a diamond in the rough, There's a needle in the hay.
On a stormy day the clouds move too fast to see, The shapes they make or how they wrap, Our little world right up.
Ohhhhhh! I'm in your garden, but I want a forest, I'm in god's garden, I'll make it a forest...
I'm in your garden, but I want a forest, I'm in god's garden, I'll make it a forest, I'll make it a forest.
Compositores: Christopher Dominic Urbanowicz (PRS), Edward Owen Lay (PRS), Russell Leetch (PRS), Thomas Michael Henry Smith (Tom Smith) (PRS)Editor: Hipgnosis Sfh I LimitedECAD verificado obra #4772501 em 21/Abr/2024