The Garden of Even

With a cheek to the window And a breath to paint the piece What of a late cold December To bring about the rush of peace And all the while the finger's squeaking What was I thinking? Not about which The atom in this adamant wish Flowers under the sycamore bush Just smile, and please Don't ask this, just wait What was I thinking? Not about which The atom in this adamant wish Flowers under the sycamore bush Just smile, and please Don't ask this, just wait Just one of thieves with an inkling Fall's a better pageant for the breeze But just wait through the day, to dream I want that I could paint that picture-perfect scene And all the while the finger's squeaking What was I thinking? Not about which The atom in this adamant wish Flowers under the sycamore bush Just smile, and please Don't ask this, just wait What was I thinking? Not about which The atom in this adamant wish Flowers under the sycamore bush Just smile, and please Don't ask this, just wait Thinking hard, about to add another Push, bend and slide Allowed an inch, another Put pressure, building, climbing Falling, such a rush Take the lead and push me over Thinking hard, about to add another Push, bend and slide Allowed an inch, another Put pressure, building, climbing Falling, such a rush Take the lead and push me over Thinking hard, about to add another push What was I thinking? Not about which The atom in this adamant wish Flowers under the sycamore bush Just smile, and please Don't ask this, just wait What was I thinking? Not about which The atom in this adamant wish Flowers under the sycamore bush Just smile, and please Don't ask this, just wait