The Garden Of Even - The Drawing Room

With a cheek to the window

And a breath to paint the piece

What of a late cold December

To bring about the rush of peace

And all the while the finger’s squeaking

What was I thinking?

Not about which

The atom in this adamant wish

Flowers under the sycamore bush

Just smile, and please

Don’t ask this, just wait

What was I thinking?

Not about which

The atom in this adamant wish

Flowers under the sycamore bush

Just smile, and please

Don’t ask this, just wait

Just one of thieves with an inkling

Fall’s a better pageant for the breeze

But just wait through the day, to dream

I want that I could paint that picture-perfect scene

And all the while the finger’s squeaking

What was I thinking?

Not about which

The atom in this adamant wish

Flowers under the sycamore bush

Just smile, and please

Don’t ask this, just wait

What was I thinking?

Not about which

The atom in this adamant wish

Flowers under the sycamore bush

Just smile, and please

Don’t ask this, just wait

Thinking hard, about to add another

Push, bend and slide

Allowed an inch, another

Put pressure, building, climbing

Falling, such a rush

Take the lead and push me over

Thinking hard, about to add another

Push, bend and slide

Allowed an inch, another

Put pressure, building, climbing

Falling, such a rush

Take the lead and push me over

Thinking hard, about to add another push

What was I thinking?

Not about which

The atom in this adamant wish

Flowers under the sycamore bush

Just smile, and please

Don’t ask this, just wait

What was I thinking?

Not about which

The atom in this adamant wish

Flowers under the sycamore bush

Just smile, and please

Don’t ask this, just wait