Garden Songtext
von Noe Venable

I lay my head upon your chest
Bones of iron, bones of lead
And death is rattling the cage
Like a bird that would escape
When there′s no room for thoughts like these
In the garden where we sleep


And by morning burn every shell
Clothes are flying in the wind
But I am beautiful like this
When you hold me in your hands
But there's no room for thoughts like these
In the garden where we sleep

Always searching for those breaths
When you want me
Always searching for
Don′t you fly to them
Don't you fly to them
You can fly to me


I take the moment in my hands
Pull it all in till it sings
And fall in motion of this place
Where nothing stops to help
Help the night
Will leave us hanging like a tear