JASON On this block, there's a garden. Tucked away behind this carriage house. I can see it from the window. Stretching toward the sidewalk. And though I look there every day. I've never found the entrance To this perfect little place I'd like to go But still, it's one of my favorite places One of my most favorite places A patch of green I've only seen from much too far away
When I was five or six, I started drawing crayon colored pictures Of a magic land that floated high above the treetops And every night I'd fall asleep and dream that I could fly there That I'd built this floating kingdom in the sky And still, I try ‘cause it is one of my favorite places One of my most favorite places But here's the twist, it can't exist. So why do I keep thinking that it does?
All my life, I've imagined all these places Sketching each and every blueprint in my mind And all I want is someone who can help me Reach these places that I dream about But never seem to find Because all of my favorite places All of my most favorite places Are places that I've never been
I wake up to that woman sleeping well into the morning I like watching how the sunlight trickles down her shoulder And though I've tried so many times to tell her that I love her I haven't found a way inside her heart And it is one of my favorite places One of my most favorite places One more favorite place I've never been.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
