Paroles de la chanson An Intimate Garden par Remi Klein

I’m high as a fly
I don’t know why I scare myself to death ?
Do we cry before we die ?
Cry before we die ?
I’m glad I found who here
To ask you why you send me all your tiny boxes
Every year
Boxes every night
In an intimate garden,
You never know who the guard is
In an intimate garden,
Who the hell you think you’re talking to oh ?
In an intimate garden,
You never know who the guard is
In an intimate garden,
Who the hell you think you’re talking to oh ?

Cause in an intimate, intimate, intimate garden
In an intimate, intimate, intimate garden