Lyrics: Sophie Peterson-Bond/Mawuena Dzotsi
Music: Ian Garland/James Rudolph Creswick/Elijah Aduu/Ange-Marcel Kassi
Her eyes always on the other side
Standing there at the borderline
Two worlds in her hands, she canât decide
Whatâs the risk of knowing, is it worth the sacrifice?
In the garden of eden, where the fruit falls
And the beauty lies, great potential
Nothing dies, till deception catches us by surprise
Could of never anticipated, youâre so free, but stood there naked
How vulnerable, canât be too sure of whatâs lingering in the -
Green grass
Where the snakes are
Donât trust, your heart
Cause your heart
Wants to follow the green grass
Where the snakes are
Donât trust your heart,
Cause your heart always follows
The green grass
Wants to follow the green grass
Always follows the green grass
Wants to follow the green grass
The grass you thought was green was brown and
Heaven was hell the preachers realm but heâs a devil
Look at how he sneaks about
Probably need some receipts when your dreams are found
Cause when you get it, and it wasnât what you dreamed about
What can you do? Keep your head up from beneath the ground
Esteem withers with the breeze in-between the clouds, the demons pounce, nobodyâs even reaching out
So be careful what you wish for
See I was piss poor
Itâs like they love you then they running with their pitch forks
All of a sudden ainât invited to the big ball
Donât think they get it like a missed call thinking I can
Fix the jigsaw, but getting puzzled in this big war
Staying grounded ainât a big flaw
Itâs a shame but you let me explain
I know you wanna kill the game, but listen your esteems gunna suffer means your dreams gunna suffer
If they crowned you the king, there would soon be another
Gotta think twice every word that you utter
Especially cause this was your bread and butter
Youâre blinded by the beams, please you want it by any means
Expect jealousy brothers will turn green
Stress free, no it will never be
When you got it everybody want a piece
Oh and in this garden of perfection
You look around and you start to question
Do I really fit into this shell?
This heaven is starting to feel like hell
Thereâs forbidden fruit in all directions
This wasnât in my imagination
Got to lower my expectations
You donât know the -
Green grass
Where the snakes are
Donât trust, your heart
Cause your heart
Wants to follow the green grass
Where the snakes are
Donât trust your heart,
Cause your heart always follows
The green grass
Wants to follow the green grass
Always follows the green grass
Wants to follow the green grass