If I were to have my own secret garden How would I arrange my flowers? Rising red roses Water lilies floating atop the streams without making a sound Magnolia, save me Shade me with your beauty until my skin brightens to ivory Peonies, oh would you please stay here and talk to me? Your layers of soft petals It seems like we'd relate You see I've never had my own secret garden before I'd grow it so full and free But the walls arе the sweet irony
Oh, sweet irony You've set mе free In the space of your masterpiece Restrained from the rules of an estranged society You surround me When I don't see Pure love is so pristine To tell such a tale And make one believe
Oh, I've never had my own secret garden before I'd grow it so full and free, but the walls are the sweet ironyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
