You Me and the Garden Post Songtext
von Gilbert O’Sullivan
You Me and the Garden Post Songtext
Hard to know what possesses anyone
After a parent′s died
Why tell the world how badly they treated you
Could it not be you lied
Let's not go down that road you read about
Let′s keep all we disclose
Between you, me and the garden post
One day rainbows, next day hailstorms
Soundtrack to all our lives
What we have here, let's be quite clear
Sea-levels on the rise
And as to who we now hope can sort it out
I don't think they′ve come close
Between you, me and the garden post
You can lead a horse to the water′s edge
But you cannot force it to drink
Which is not to say if it had a choice
It might prefer to swim
How I hate it when someone corners me
And in a minute flat
I know how much they've earned in a year
How many homes they have
Let′s not go down this road to boorishness
Let's keep all we can, boast
Between you, me and the garden post
If money talks and we know it does
What language does it speak?
If your figure is less, then your figure must be greed
Always knew you would be my angel
Once you had took me in
Not so much for being under your spell
More for it being your wing
Let′s talk openly of our relationship
Let's keep all we disclose
Between you, me
Between you, me
Between you, me and the garden post
After a parent′s died
Why tell the world how badly they treated you
Could it not be you lied
Let's not go down that road you read about
Let′s keep all we disclose
Between you, me and the garden post
One day rainbows, next day hailstorms
Soundtrack to all our lives
What we have here, let's be quite clear
Sea-levels on the rise
And as to who we now hope can sort it out
I don't think they′ve come close
Between you, me and the garden post
You can lead a horse to the water′s edge
But you cannot force it to drink
Which is not to say if it had a choice
It might prefer to swim
How I hate it when someone corners me
And in a minute flat
I know how much they've earned in a year
How many homes they have
Let′s not go down this road to boorishness
Let's keep all we can, boast
Between you, me and the garden post
If money talks and we know it does
What language does it speak?
If your figure is less, then your figure must be greed
Always knew you would be my angel
Once you had took me in
Not so much for being under your spell
More for it being your wing
Let′s talk openly of our relationship
Let's keep all we disclose
Between you, me
Between you, me
Between you, me and the garden post
Writer(s): Gilbert O'sullivan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com