Punchline — Green Hills lyrics

Lyrics

Green hills
Stand still
Gazing
Thirty acres
Soundtrack
The leaves
The breeze
Gardens
So wide
Two wheels
Flying down the
Steep path
The swing
The stream
Nothing’s ever gonna work out quite the way
You think that it’s gonna work out
Nothing’s ever gonna work out quite the way you think
It’s gonna be different than you ever could have imagined
It’s gonna be different
Soft light
The clouds
Look like
Animals and
Faces
Of Presidents
Lions
And the
Profile of John F Kennedy
Wrapped up In robes
Of white