I desire to tumble I walk through the garden I don't speak well I mumble To life's little tragedy If you touch me I crumble This song's from the wishing
Don't kill it Carol It's looking for a place to live outside all space and time Where there's no need for it to fade There's a secret garden that I
of sacred pillows With your sacred list of children And the wall where you drew windows Overlooking tiny gardens Cut in half by jagged mountains And the secret
avant-garde, you know? Guy From Alabama: Yeah, I know what you mean. Massimo: And this is my last single. Phyllis: Oh, what is he doing? You still carrying on with that song
on ye hill where shadow wings fell wind rose ye to song and we plung'd in its deep and in plaitiv waterfall depths evanescent recollection ov atavisms secret
peace a wounded man Out of sight and out of mind The devil's staircase winding high Make it secret make it sudden And the family garden wakes to frosty
worms And everything they knew fell to the floor Sifting through the pieces all they found was more And the glory of their garden fell And the glory of their garden
(repeat 16x) You better stop! [slim kid tre] It takes at least one woman true said Though which rain doesn't calculate the fate Sliding through the secret garden
the distance, your life in the wings Who knows what emotions it will bring But the secrets you hold will help you through anything (ah-ah) you'll find your secret garden
, mightiest apocalypse rise! sound of invisible time, sing last souls' songs! get the speech of my repertory... I come to live, avoid secret vanity, just
in to me Then came Scheherazade to his side And her beauty shone Like a flower grown Gentle as he'd ever known Scheherazade bewitched him With songs
proven to be true All my tears were shed in secret in the chamber of a heart That had persisted in believing I'd find you From the gardens of my soul
secrets we keep, we don't know we're keeping From before there was time, before there were lies Can we find you again, this far from the garden? Do we
Musicians playing out of tune In perfect harmony Traveling down the sandy track Compass in hand, guitar on my back Trying to find the secret truth Inside
owl And no one ever writes back You're keeping secrets from me Secrets from your friend And it's 4-5-6, I'm sunk under my cupboard Singing this song
I desire to tumble I walk through the garden I don't speak well i mumble To life's little tragedy If you touch me i crumble This song's from the
it takes that long I know she's out there for I have heard her song In dreams she sings to me Her angel's voice a symphony Is she in a garden or