Blossoming

I know a place of gardens
Tell me when apples grow
I know a place where we can stay, woah
Take these in, shelter from the tide, and watch your right

Save the world, hold your hands up high
The red leaves the sky
I know someday you'll be a beautiful animal
Inside the confines of the record player
You'll look down at the world below in silence
With a tear in your eyes

The genie emerges and time is all I ask for
Because one day when you grow old
The seeds you wasted will hit you like you've never been hit before
'Cause the time, it matters, it matters, it matters
And finally catharsis



Credits
Writer(s): Caden Blake Cox
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