I have tried to paint it My own flower sky A garden of color I cannot describe And I have made a way there Through these corridors And through the rooftop stairway Through the secret door You misunderstand me I am not a child The door to my garden I lift open wide, wide up above Marigolds, violets, roses not stud seeds Cornflowers make blue fields Where I want to run You misunderstand me I am not a child The door to my garden I lift open wide You misunderstand me I am not a child I wish that I could be But time proves unkind You misunderstand me I am not a child A place to come back to Is my flower sky Is my flower sky Is my flower, my flower, my flower, my flower sky It's somewhere out there Sky..