From the sun to the peaks
Can they hear you speak?
Run through Laurel Canyon like a dog
I've never been sick, but I would take it quick
I don't think it'd effect me much at all
Floor to ceiling, God is something pealing
Floor to ceiling your gardens shaking
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
From the sun to the peaks
Can they hear you sing?
Hum through Laurel Canyon like a song
I've never been tricked, but I would take its kick
That's the kind of horse I would fall off
Floor to ceiling, God is something pealing
Floor to ceiling your gardens, gardens shaking
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
From the sun to the peaks
Can they hear the priest?
Roll through laurel canyon like a fog
It never did stick, the snow when we were kids
Someone once just told me it was frost
Floor to ceiling, God is something pealing
Floor to ceiling your gardens, gardens shaking
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
