I Want A Forest — Editors

There's blood in the sky, It bleeds from the land

Behind those eyes, Diamonds turn to sand.

Such a beautiful fall, I saw the surface break,

The water's so cold, Your body shakes.

On a stormy day the clouds move too fast to see, The shapes they make or how they wrap, Our little world right up.

Ohhhhhh! I'm in your garden, but I want a forest. I'm in god's garden, I'll make it a forest, I'll make it a forest.

You cut your ideas, in your own way, The silly little plans, the games you play.

You try to make me lose faith, We're all made that way.

There's a diamond in the rough, There's a needle in the hay.

On a stormy day the clouds move too fast to see, The shapes they make or how they wrap, Our little world right up.

Ohhhhhh! I'm in your garden, but I want a forest, I'm in god's garden, I'll make it a forest...

I'm in your garden, but I want a forest, I'm in god's garden, I'll make it a forest, I'll make it a forest.