Song | Water Wars |
Artist | Guano Apes |
Album | Offline |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Let me tell you about the secret forest | |
The waters running out to everywhere | |
Just never stop to ask me all your questions | |
‘Cause you was born to see and take good care | |
So how could you go back? | |
Leave me in your trap | |
I guess the sun doesn’t shine for you anymore | |
So how could you come back? | |
Tearing up your flag | |
I guess the sun doesn’t shine for you anymore | |
Oh, let it go, let it go, | |
we don’t need another wall | |
for your water wars. | |
Remember where the flowers grow, | |
blowing wisdom to your soul like cinnamon. | |
I wanna stay inside the secret garden | |
Colored flowers growing everywhere | |
It is always nice to see them shining, | |
it’s even hard for you to look away. | |
So how could you come back? | |
Close the fountain’s gap | |
Don’t you think the sun shines for everyone? | |
Oh, let it go, let it go, | |
we don’t need another wall | |
for your water wars. | |
Remember where the flowers grow, | |
blowing wisdom to your soul like cinnamon. | |
For everyone, for everyone. | |
And when you lay on the ground | |
and there’s nothing you can leave, | |
you’ve got to watch out. | |
They’re coming back to get it all. | |
Oh, let it go, let it go, | |
we don’t need another wall | |
for your water wars. | |
Remember where the flowers grow, | |
blowing wisdom to your soul like cinnamon. |
Let me tell you about the secret forest | |
The waters running out to everywhere | |
Just never stop to ask me all your questions | |
' Cause you was born to see and take good care | |
So how could you go back? | |
Leave me in your trap | |
I guess the sun doesn' t shine for you anymore | |
So how could you come back? | |
Tearing up your flag | |
I guess the sun doesn' t shine for you anymore | |
Oh, let it go, let it go, | |
we don' t need another wall | |
for your water wars. | |
Remember where the flowers grow, | |
blowing wisdom to your soul like cinnamon. | |
I wanna stay inside the secret garden | |
Colored flowers growing everywhere | |
It is always nice to see them shining, | |
it' s even hard for you to look away. | |
So how could you come back? | |
Close the fountain' s gap | |
Don' t you think the sun shines for everyone? | |
Oh, let it go, let it go, | |
we don' t need another wall | |
for your water wars. | |
Remember where the flowers grow, | |
blowing wisdom to your soul like cinnamon. | |
For everyone, for everyone. | |
And when you lay on the ground | |
and there' s nothing you can leave, | |
you' ve got to watch out. | |
They' re coming back to get it all. | |
Oh, let it go, let it go, | |
we don' t need another wall | |
for your water wars. | |
Remember where the flowers grow, | |
blowing wisdom to your soul like cinnamon. |
Let me tell you about the secret forest | |
The waters running out to everywhere | |
Just never stop to ask me all your questions | |
' Cause you was born to see and take good care | |
So how could you go back? | |
Leave me in your trap | |
I guess the sun doesn' t shine for you anymore | |
So how could you come back? | |
Tearing up your flag | |
I guess the sun doesn' t shine for you anymore | |
Oh, let it go, let it go, | |
we don' t need another wall | |
for your water wars. | |
Remember where the flowers grow, | |
blowing wisdom to your soul like cinnamon. | |
I wanna stay inside the secret garden | |
Colored flowers growing everywhere | |
It is always nice to see them shining, | |
it' s even hard for you to look away. | |
So how could you come back? | |
Close the fountain' s gap | |
Don' t you think the sun shines for everyone? | |
Oh, let it go, let it go, | |
we don' t need another wall | |
for your water wars. | |
Remember where the flowers grow, | |
blowing wisdom to your soul like cinnamon. | |
For everyone, for everyone. | |
And when you lay on the ground | |
and there' s nothing you can leave, | |
you' ve got to watch out. | |
They' re coming back to get it all. | |
Oh, let it go, let it go, | |
we don' t need another wall | |
for your water wars. | |
Remember where the flowers grow, | |
blowing wisdom to your soul like cinnamon. |