There is a house with a garden
Floral walls line the trees
Poke my head through a window
Air was fresh, all was green
When it was ripe, how it could flow far above you
Fill it with life, make it a home, how it could grow
So if I lay down and let the roots grow 'round
Would it make me whole again?
If barren wood could touch this ground, oh, flower it would
There is a house with a garden
Floral walls line the trees
In this house where I started
So much pain grew through me
When it was ripe, how it could flow far above you
Fill it with life, make it a home, how it could grow
So if I lay down and let the roots grow 'round
Would it make me whole again?
If barren wood could touch this ground, oh, flower it would
The Happy Fits - The Garden Lyrics
The Happy Fits - The Garden Lyrics
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There is a house with a garden
Floral walls line the trees
Poke my head through a window
Air was fresh, all was green
When it was ripe, how it could flow far above you
Fill it with life, make it a home, how it could grow
So if I lay down and let the roots grow 'round
Would it make me whole again?
If barren wood could touch this ground, oh, flower it would
There is a house with a garden
Floral walls line the trees
In this house where I started
So much pain grew through me
When it was ripe, how it could flow far above you
Fill it with life, make it a home, how it could grow
So if I lay down and let the roots grow 'round
Would it make me whole again?
If barren wood could touch this ground, oh, flower it would
Floral walls line the trees
Poke my head through a window
Air was fresh, all was green
When it was ripe, how it could flow far above you
Fill it with life, make it a home, how it could grow
So if I lay down and let the roots grow 'round
Would it make me whole again?
If barren wood could touch this ground, oh, flower it would
There is a house with a garden
Floral walls line the trees
In this house where I started
So much pain grew through me
When it was ripe, how it could flow far above you
Fill it with life, make it a home, how it could grow
So if I lay down and let the roots grow 'round
Would it make me whole again?
If barren wood could touch this ground, oh, flower it would
Writer: Colin England, Marcus Davis
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management