I wanted to make something sweet. The blood inside a maple tree. The sun-light trapped inside the wood, make something good. I wanted to make something strong. An organ pipe in a cathedral. That stays in tune through a thousand blooms, make something good. It's gonna take a long long time. But we're going to make something so fine. I wanted to make something pure. Emerald field. A wild-eyed child in a moonlit room, make something good. I wanted to make something built to last. A bottled ship with a golden mast. And through the square the course stays true, make something good. Make something good. It's gonna take a long long time. But we're gonna make something so fine. It's gonna take a long long time. But we're gonna make something so fine.
