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