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Lost In The Trees - A Church That Fits Our Needs Garden

Contributors

  • ISRC:USEP41135009
  • Recorded:2011 North Carolina
  •  ©2012 Anti, Inc.
  • Vocals, Guitars, Harp, Percussion, Piano, Baritone:Ari Picker
  • Cello:Andrew Anagnost
  • Vocals, Horn, Trumpet, Piano, Harp, Bells:Emma Nadeau
  • Violin:Jenavieve Varga
  • Cello:Leah Gibson
  • Tuba, Bass, Piano, Harp, Bells:Mark Daumen

Lyrics

The peace our music brings

Our song is a Garden

And what we sing will grow

Unlike your killing song

Cause out your mouth come weeds

And my how the winter will turn the forest grey

It's so peaceful here

It's where I think I'll stay

As you walk away I hear you sing

You're on your own

You kill the peace our Garden brings

Oh what sorrow

The birds are hunting

A women and her painting

And they pick on her chest

But she keeps breathing

I love her more than words

And now that her song can keep the birds away

It's so peaceful here

It's where I think I'll stay

As you walk away I hear you sing

You're on your own

You kill the peace our Garden brings

Oh what sorrow

You burned down my childhood home

Your life is short

We breathe the peace our garden brings

And we grow