If I were a garden or a bird
I’d whisper sweet little things in the silence
When I had been there for you
I felt these precious things that we’re holdin’
Like dreamin’ It’s in my head
Something not fleeting
Butter is flowing
Gonna love you more than we did before
I believe in you We meant to be
And someday We’ll let our love
do anything that we wanted to
If I were a garden or a bird
I’d whisper sweet little things in the silence