[Intro] There was a stage There was a painted tree Then somehow There wasn't [Verse 1] She skips between the patches of the sun A little basket swinging as she runs Three steps forward, suddenly she's still Something yellow growing by the hill Down she goes to take a closer look Careful as if reading from a book Into the basket, off again Then backwards for the thing she missed [Pre-Chorus] A mushroom by a fallen tree A feather caught beneath a leaf Something moving in the grass Another reason not to pass [Chorus] Everything is worth stopping for Everything deserves a minute more A flower, a beetle, a crooked tree Something shining where it shouldn't be She has nowhere she needs to go So every little thing can steal the show Three steps, four Then one step back Everything is worth stopping for [Verse 2] The forest is too green to quite be real Blue between the branches, bright and clear Flowers wearing every colour they know Tiny white ones hiding down below She finds a stone and turns it in her hand Apparently it wasn't what she planned Leaves it exactly where it was Then sees a butterfly and runs [Pre-Chorus] A branch shaped like a little chair A spider's thread suspended there A pine cone worthy of debate The path ahead can always wait [Chorus] Everything is worth stopping for Everything deserves a minute more A flower, a beetle, a crooked tree Something shining where it shouldn't be She has nowhere she needs to go So every little thing can steal the show Three steps, four Then one step back Everything is worth stopping for [Bridge] I don't remember when the painted trees Became the forest all around me Or when the wooden birds began to sing Or who turned on the wind I only know the curtain's gone The empty seats are nowhere near And she is kneeling by a mushroom As if there's nothing else to see [Break] She picks it up Looks underneath Puts it back Wrong mushroom [Final Chorus] Everything is worth stopping for Everything deserves a minute more A shadow, a puddle, a piece of bark A sudden colour in the grass She has nowhere she needs to go And maybe that's enough to know Three steps, four Then one step back Everything is worth stopping for [Outro] She disappears behind the trees Then comes back for one last flower Of course she does
