Lyrics
In the garden
Weaving through the flowers neighbors grow
Climbing upwards from the ground to the sky
From this height we can see the place
We stepped on to the platform
Centraal station then we drink on another's dime
When you're sleeping next to friends after a long day
Watching the clouds all fly away
The sun it turns yellow
Orange then it mellows
Eleven golden rules that we must obey
Finding our way back to where we stay
The cable car slows
We stand up and go
But we're the only ones
Black fir
Black fir
Black fir leads the way
Uncovering a past put on display
Shipyards with a history
It could have been you
It could have been me
It could have been
Sirius
It could have been
Sirius
It could have been
Sirius
It could have been
Sirius
It could have been
Sirius
It could have been
Sirius
It could have been
Sirius
It could have been
Sirius
It could have been
Sirius
It could have been
Sirius
It could have been
Sirius
It could have been