Tell me tell me your origin story How did you learn to love? Oh Did you get it from your mother? Or from being the oldest one? We cannot give what we don’t have So I ask, how did you make all of that (love)? Do you keep inside and accumulate Until you close your eyes to give it away? Because The way you kiss The way you touch I want more Is there enough? The way you kiss The way you touch I want more Is there enough? Tell me tell me all of your stories How did you learn about joy? Did you feel plenty of it When you were a little boy? The way you are, so full of life Can make anything come alive With music, people, plants and myself Everything shines by your side Because The way you kiss The way you touch I want more Is there enough? The way you kiss The way you touch I want more Is there enough? I know it wasn’t easy You had to find your way When you take it all out What remains? I know it wasn’t easy You had to find your way When you take it all out What remains? I see a garden When I look at you I see a garden In every hole of your soul You planted a tuberose In every hole of your soul You planted a tuberose In every hole of your soul You planted a tuberose In every hole of your soul You planted a tuberose I know it wasn’t easy You had to find your way When you take it all out What remains? I know it wasn’t easy You had to find your way When you take it all out What remains? I see a garden When I look at you I see a garden