The Drawing Room - The Garden of Even [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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