Tell me tell me your origin story
How did you learn to love? Oh
Did you get it from your mother?
Or from being the oldest one?
We cannot give what we don’t have
So I ask, how did you make all of that (love)?
Do you keep inside and accumulate
Until you close your eyes to give it away?

Because
The way you kiss
The way you touch
I want more
Is there enough?
The way you kiss
The way you touch
I want more
Is there enough?

Tell me tell me all of your stories
How did you learn about joy?
Did you feel plenty of it
When you were a little boy?
The way you are, so full of life
Can make anything come alive
With music, people, plants and myself
Everything shines by your side

Because
The way you kiss
The way you touch
I want more
Is there enough?
The way you kiss
The way you touch
I want more
Is there enough?

I know it wasn’t easy
You had to find your way
When you take it all out
What remains?

I know it wasn’t easy
You had to find your way
When you take it all out
What remains?
I see a garden

When I look at you
I see a garden

In every hole of your soul
You planted a tuberose
In every hole of your soul
You planted a tuberose
In every hole of your soul
You planted a tuberose
In every hole of your soul
You planted a tuberose

I know it wasn’t easy
You had to find your way

When you take it all out
What remains?

I know it wasn’t easy
You had to find your way
When you take it all out
What remains?
I see a garden

When I look at you
I see a garden