The Cinematic Orchestra - To Build A Home
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that's old as me
Branches were sewn by the colour of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
And I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
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