Meet me where the wild things grow I'll paint your flowers if you want me to Our eyes are so eager To meet in the middle And while you're staring I'm staring back at you You'll find me under the tree The one where I put my thoughts at ease Our eyes are so eager To meet in the middle And while you're staring I'm staring back at you Brightly coloured flowers ascend from our garden You know that ancient place Where the wild things grow Blooming fields of gold Slowly unfold Fist over hand Blooming fields of gold Slowly unfold Fist over hand Blooming fields of gold Slowly unfold Fist over hand Our eyes are so eager To meet in the middle And while you're staring I'm staring back at you