Should have left you in the garden Should have tied you to a tree Should have fed you poison apples None of this would never be Remember!
In the garden all is lost not forgotten It is dark and hard to see Measured footsteps One by one we all get through it We have no choice cause we are weak
Where is the lamplight? The spark within that guides us through the night The inspiration, sheer, creation It's a hero's end when you rise up from the floor to fight again But you take a seat within the garden
In your dreams The floor beneath becomes the ceiling and you know that you are lost So you lie waking Hoping that you won't be taken by the sickness and the loss
Where is the lamplight? The spark within that guides us through the night The inspiration, sheer, creation It's a hero's end when you rise up from the floor to fight again But you take a seat within the garden
All hope is fading and other is all around We have lost our nature to a wicked twisted sound
A light within shines like a prism In your darkest hours all is forgiven Remember!
Where is the lamplight? The spark within that guides us through the night The inspiration, sheer, creation It's a hero's end when you rise up from the floor to fight again But you take a seat within the gardenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
