From the sun to the peaks  Can they hear you speak?  Run through Laurel Canyon like a dog I’ve never been sick, but I would take it quick. I don’t think it’d effect me much at all Floor to ceiling, God is something pealing  Floor to ceiling your gardens shaking  Oooooh From the sun to the peaks Can they hear you sing? Hum through Laurel Canyon like a song I’ve never been tricked, but I would take its kick. That’s the kind of horse I would fall off Floor to ceiling, God is something pealing  Floor to ceiling your gardens shaking  Oooooh From the sun to the peaks  Can they hear the priest? Roll through laurel canyon like a fog  It never did stick, the snow when we were kids Someone once just told me it was frost Floor to ceiling, God is something pealing  Floor to ceiling your gardens shaking