In the garden where the bad apples grow A divine voice told me We belong together, girl In the garden where a fallen angel Teaches me sins A declined voice told me We should be so close together
Lost and found on cursed ground - First and only does not count Curious and diffident - Final and lonely seems The sound of the first land
Your eyes are deep like the ocean And I'll loose myself in your first touch In the garden where A fallen angel teaches me sins We should be so bloody doomed forever
I'll await our first night When the seasons tell you, You're the chosen bride Disaster-prone taste your lips And to the sound of the first You're shaking hips
Your wedding dress is turning red When I'll lose my mind and lose my head And while this heavenly might increases You are crying "fuck me Jesus"!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
