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.
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. We can't have it 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 until I'm ready for you, Not until I'm ready for you 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?
I pull out the plank and say "Thank you 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? Can I have it all now? We 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 until I'm ready for you, Not until I'm ready for you 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 like
That girl in the mirror. Between you and me She don't stand a chance of getting anywhere at all. Not anywhere at all. No, not a thing. 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 until I'm ready for you, Not until I'm ready for you
Compositor: Catherine Bush (Kate Bush) ECAD: Obra #4324127 Fonograma #10403420