CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : The Garden Song

I've got the color purple stained into my soul
Of the greenery around us, I'll admit, I'm not so sure

What if all the blooming isn't truly what we know?
We're being fooled so cruelly, or at least I'm not so sure
What if all the blooming isn't truly what we know?
We're being fooled so cruelly, or at least I'm not so sure

Oh, this lovely garden once beautiful
I've seen troubles and little strips of what we adore
Oh, this lovely garden once beautiful
I've seen troubles and little strips of what we adore