catch you when you fall? Heaven's filled with empty prayers Pray too hard and no one cares Sorry about your secret garden Is it too late to beg your
pain trickling off his tongue, To hear him say this world is done. Condemnation for the doomsayer, The raking of hell's garden cultivates no prayer.
vanity is just usurpation through violation, concealed to descent, it's my time, flying through born horizons, bells chime, born in flesh, pray for mystery
climbing higher now) Tie a knife with a ribbon with a red, red, ribbon Raise a hand-held mirror to the light of the moon With a secret garden and a
to startle in a harmonious discretion To dance in the funereal garden of roses, to deny a divided god To say the prayer of sorrow, to lose myself in
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
and stone Clear the path to the door The quiet house is now her own Safe the secrets that she knew Still we learned Hope just like a garden grew She
The prayers that we pray in foxholes and funerals The songs that we sing in delivery rooms The questions we ask when nobody's listening But the man in
On bended 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
You whisper prayers into the dark Up to a god in whom you've never believed You always do You split the secret up six ways But it won't make it any easier
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
the dark whispers a prayer that the dogs won't bark he hides his other life oh....it's another lie set into motion oh....he lays back, can't rest, secret
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
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
Will jesus catch you when you fall? Heaven's filled with empty prayers Pray too hard and no one cares Sorry about your secret garden Is it too late to
eyes Is to madden ghosts within To unhinge a thousand sins From Death's dark vale "Blessed be these spells of winter Unto us that wait with patience in This secret garden
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
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