Paroles
In the garden we take our pick
Just don't feed the whores
Wait a minute for the crows to step back from your porch
When I first saw you each second since
I want more more more more
Maybe we're just planted on no man's land
I'm not sure sure sure sure
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute
I need you to go and fight your storms off on your own
And in this garden, I swear to you, on my god, on yours too
What are you talking bout?
Maybe oh maybe just maybe
We're taller than this town
Baby my baby my baby
Don't let em cut you down, don't let em cut you down
Maybe oh maybe they're angry
They haven't left the ground
Baby my baby we missed the ribbon this round
We missed the ribbon this round