Where the Wild Things Grow

Meet me where the wild things grow
I'll paint your flowers if you want me to
Our eyes are so eager
To meet in the middle
and while you're staring
I'm staring back at you
You'll find me under the tree
The one where I put my thoughts at ease
Our eyes are so eager
To meet in the middle
And while you're staring
I'm staring back at you
Brightly coloured flowers ascend from our garden
You know that ancient place
Where the wild things grow
Blooming fields of gold
Slowly unfold
Fist over hand
Blooming fields of gold
Slowly unfold
Fist over hand
Blooming fields of gold
Slowly unfold
Fist over hand
Our eyes are so eager
To meet in the middle
And while you're staring
I'm staring back at you



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Broshuis, Danny Tiggele Van, Samgar Jacobs, Maxime Barlag
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