You use me as your canvas then ask me to leave
You border me with frames and paint the colors that I bleed
I imagine you in France with loose ambitions at your age
You imagine me a box that eats your memories away
But Oh I planned our lives as gardeners
With mission to survive the snow
My vegetation never dies
But my Lily's won't always grow
I vision you in castles infected with desire
To claim me as your subject and instigate a fire
I remember we were born and then I fed you to the crowd
You took a couple years to bite but now you're swallowing me down
But Oh I planned our lives as gardeners
With mission to survive the snow
My vegetation never dies
But my Lily's won't always grow
And Oh I planned our lives as gardeners
With mission to survive the snow
My vegetation never dies
But my Lily's
But Oh I planned our lives as gardeners
With mission to survive the snow
My vegetation never dies
But my Lily's

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN