As It Ever Was - Absynthe Minded

The brownfields turn green

You’re walking in his garden

I think it is a form of art

In its own way

The neighbourhood is glad with this garden

No hiding in streets

His mother is here

Little dealers have elder sisters

Well they are here

The strawberries fall right in your hand

They fall right in your hand

It’s hard to listen

It’s so hard to see

When all you see is shadows

And all you hear is reversed speakers

Push activate

Your life will be the same

As it ever was

As it ever was

Strawberry tower makes you happy

Let’s question the fine arts

As they are nowadays

So very fine

The neighbourhood

Is glad with this garden

Don’t blame it on the man

When he closes his gate

Know it’s his but he shares it

With all of us

It’s hard to listen

It’s so hard to see

When all you see is shadows

And all you hear is reversed speakers

Push activate

Your life will be the same

As it ever was

As it ever was

It’s hard to listen

It’s so hard to see

When all you see is shadows

And all you hear is jeepers creepers

Push activate

Your life will be the same

As it ever was