If the silences in the house could talk I would open my heart And tell how much I long To laugh with you
We dreamed together about tomorrow We would write our story We would still But the Lord comes He picks His most beautiful flowers first
May He Dance barefoot on the front porch with you May He May He Run into the sea with you May He Plant the flowers of Namaqualand In your garden And may your name be inked
On every page of His diary As I wanted The plan was to move the world out from now on To make room and just write your name In my diary We wanted to go explore the world We would find each other again We would still But the Lord comes
He picks His most beautiful flowers first May He Dance barefoot on the front porch with you May He May He Run into the sea with you May He Plant the flowers of Namaqualand In your garden And may your name be inked On every page of His diary As I wanted