From Here To Now To You Live

In the morning when the world came awake Before you knew me I knew your name It was painted across the day as it breaks An impression in your window frame When you saw me out your window Singing from the garden Only the beginning I'm only getting sta

I've gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic, Whistling static And the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well, I can't believe that my lime tree is dead