gone You are the star that is wished upon forever Do you believe in night, does it hold you close? When you're at your last card Pray hard, Father, Son
mist to light my carriage coals? So into the shady dank of St. Jude's garden stairs East of the sun and west of the moon Where her secret crypt of nightshade
must pray This is our lovers' requiem As wings unfold, just breathe for me... Oh heaven's gate will cast a shadow Truth, forgiveness still and cold a secret little garden
'd grow to be A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin' harder Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten This ain't no secret garden
fake patches on his jacket He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden
next life I know I can say, I'm honest with myself And with my red tasty gem And sure they will try, but they can't take away My secret loving friend
Mortem saluta, Cry, beauty,cry, no-one can hear you. Pray, precious, pray. For a sudden end, precious, pray. Peritura mortem saluta. Secrets you have
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
these pages Of a book overlooked and forgotten in history A place where the secret is surrounded by mystery [Chorus] I can hear them screaming through the forest at night They pray
a book overlooked and forgotten in history a place where the secret is surrounded by mystery I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! They pray
knee, prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A metal ladder A wooden
to the skies They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they
I could be your sea of sand I could be your warmth of desire I could be your prayer of hope I could be your gift of everyday I could be your tide of
steal your thoughts they're not confined within your mind." Thought disorder Dream control Now they read my mind on the radio But where was the garden
Voices discussing me 'Others steal your thoughts they're not confined within your mind.' Thought disorder Dream control Now they read my mind on the radio But where was the Garden
fears Voices discussing me Others steal your thoughts They're not confined within your mind Thought disorder Dream control Now they read my mind on the radio But where's the Garden