My Flower Sky Testo

I have tried to paint it
my own flower sky
a garden of color
I cannot describe

and I have made a way there
through these corridors
and through the rooftop stairway
through the secret door
you misunderstand me
I am not a child
the door to my garden
I lift open wide, wide up above

marigolds, violets, roses not stud seeds
cornflowers make blue fields
where I want to run

you misunderstand me
I am not a child
the door to my garden
I lift open wide

you misunderstand me
I am not a child
I wish that I could be
but time proves unkind

you misunderstand me I am not a child
a place to come back to
is my flower sky
it's somewhere out there
sky...