Lyrics

You move forward, I move backwards And together we make nothing at all And everybody knows How your garden's growing tonight What's this tender fascination And the boredom emulation of love Stories to take home We had your garden growing just right You do it for me You do it with quickness A man of the hour As god is my witness Me and my song We'll do it alone You do it for me You do it for money A man of the hour It aches in my belly Me and my song We'll do it alone Now this tender fascination Is only meant to take you so far I'll remind you to remind How to never mind it at all You move forward, I move backwards And together we make nothing at all Everybody knows How your garden's growing tonight You do it for me You do it with quickness A man of the hour As god is my witness Me and my song We'll do it alone You do it for me You do it for money A man of the hour It aches in my belly Me and my song We'll do it alone
Writer(s): Jonathan Forrest Bates Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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