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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marta Palombo
Marta Palombo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mitchell McLaughlin
Mitchell McLaughlin
Producer
Jude Icarus
Jude Icarus
Producer
Foster Ferrell
Foster Ferrell
Mixing Engineer
True East Mastering
True East Mastering
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I found a plot of land and called it all my own I planted lilies and they bloomed as white as bone I dreamt of pretty things and carved them out of stone A love made all my own I picked the roses till the blood ran from my hands I watched the winter as it froze the best laid plans And I heard the bluebirds sing for you and it was grand Loveliness made dammed Now I can't see The forest through the trees It's hard to breathe Lungs bursting with weeds The grass is always greener love Play in hawthorn, pray in dust Kneeling in the garden, I look up I spent the mornings pouring water from my eyes I feed the saplings from my soul and from my spine Frail in the shadows drinking moonlight as they rise For miles you see them climb But I can't see The forest through the trees It's hard to breathe Lungs bursting with weeds The grass is always greener love Play in hawthorn, pray in dust Kneeling in the garden, I look up They say if you love him let him go And he'll come back in time But what are you if you means you alone And lonely what am I? They say if you love him let him go And he'll come back in time But what are you if you means you alone And lonely what am I? Now I can't see The forest through the trees It's hard to breathe Lungs bursting with weeds The grass is always greener love Play in hawthorn, pray in dust Kneeling in the garden, I look up
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