Am Why oh, why's the thought of sitting on a,E7 the thought of sitting on a cloud so many miles away?Am When my head's been innocently floatingE7 in and out of time, and what is today?Dm F E7 Killing time is not what you want to worry about, because it's never endingDm F E7 Throw a hand out, save it for as long as you can, it'll be on your sideAm But I've been blindly starring out the window,E7 Staring out the window trying to see the colours collideAm E7 But they won't till I step into the sunlight and take a breath Suddenly the clouds I want to sit on start moving asideDm F E7 To fix a problem you're never going to do it with eyes, you're just wasting more timeDm F To make amends you have to mend, your hands will be fineE7 They're the perfect tool but... CHORUSAm E7 Nothing, nothing in the garden growsDm without a little bit of care and attentionF E7 I thought I should mention, from here it seems that nobody knows
Garden Grows
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