Out in the garden
There's half of a heaven,
And we're only bluffing.
We're not ones for busting through walls,
But they've told us
Unless we can prove
That we're doing it,
We can't have it all.
(Not anyone at all) *
He's gonna wangle
A way to get out of it.
She's an excuse
And a witness who'll talk when he's called.
But they've told us
Unless we can prove
That we're doing it,
We can't have it all.
(Not anyone at all) *
(Not anyone at all) *
We can't have it all.
(Not anyone at all) *
"I caught a glimpse of a god, all shining and bright."
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud.
It all goes slo-mo.
I don't know why I'm crying.
Am I suspended in Gaffa?
Not 'til I'm ready for you, *
Not 'til I'm ready for you hoo hoo-oo-oo *
Can I have it all.
I try to get nearer,
But as it gets clearer
There's something appears in the way,
It's a plank in me eye,
With a camel
Who's trying to get through it,
Am I doing it?
Can I have it all now?
(Not anyone at all) *
I pull out the plank and say
"Thank ye for yanking me back *
To the fact that there's
Always something to distract."
But sometimes it's hard
To know if I'm doing it right.
Can I have it all now? *
(Not anyone at all) *
Can I have it all now?
(Not anyone at all) *
Can I have it all?
(Not anyone at all) *
I can't have it all. *
"We all have a dream...maybe."
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud.
It all goes slo-mo.
I don't know why I'm crying.
Am I suspended in Gaffa?
Not 'til I'm ready for you,
Not 'til I'm ready for you hoo hoo-oo-oo
Can I have it all.
I won't open boxes
That I am told not to.
I'm not a Pandora.
I'm much more a like a *
That girl in the mirror.
Between you and me
She don't stand a chance of getting anywhere at all.
(Not anyone at all) *
Not anywhere at all
(Not anyone at all) *
No, not a thing.
(Not anyone at all) *
She can't have it all.
"Mother, where are the angels? I'm scared of the changes."
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud.
It all goes slo-mo.
I don't know why I'm crying.
Am I suspended in Gaffa?
Not 'til I'm ready for you, *
Not 'til I'm ready for you *
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud,
It all goes slo-mo.
I don't know why I'm crying.
Am I suspended in Gaffa?
Not 'til I'm ready for you, *
Not 'til I'm ready for you hoo hoo-oo-oo *
Can I have it all? *