In a garden, stands a statue... Of the man who won the war
His expression, tender yearning
Ev'ry nation near and far
Oh sad and ancient father
Sweet as honey, tough as leather
Running down the hill on Christmas day

I am an apeI stand and wait
A masterpiecea hairy beast
I move so fastbut take a chance
And come up closeI'm not a ghost

Navigator, when you wake up... And you step outside your door
Shoes and pantieswashed and folded... Taking o your dirty clothes

This garden tells a story
Amber close up, faded glory
Running through the streets on Christmas day

I am an apeI stand and wait
A masterpiecea hairy beast
Try not to laughjust take a chance
I visitedinside your head

If you trespassin this garden... To a place you should not go
If you step out, from the shadows... See the city far below

I am an apeI stand and wait
A masterpiecea hairy beast
No need to hidecome on inside
I will not lastI too shall pass

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Writer(s): ANNIE CLARK, DAVID BYRNE