Greenhouse

Duration

4:39

Genres

Acoustic

Description

Lyrics

Greenhouse What would it be like to lay your hands on Here or there? Your house is a greenhouse You grow yourself Still it doesn’t feel like enough So grow into every instrument You can lay your hands on You can lay your hands on any instrument you find Love has a way of murdering critical thinking There’s still a bell that rings every hour There’s still an hour that brings every possible consequence There’s still a friend who rings everything possible, impossible There’s still a friend who rings every hour No drum ever lost its essence from being touched by you There’s no guitar with a broken heart from being left behind Nobody ever lost their essence from being touched by you There’s nobody with broken heart from being left behind You can lay your hands on any instrument you find What would it be like to lay your hands on Here or there? What would it be like to lay your hands on her there? You can lay your hands on any instrument you find