| The Garden |
| Would you like To slip away into the garden Where mystery flies And magical vines Twist and turn inside your mind It's a blast Here at the ole whimsical gardens Where everyone dreams Grand illusions are freed From the constant poisons that we breathe Yes tonight, we'll lay in the garden Where we'll bury our souls into the ground Then tonight, we'll pray in the garden Where we'll lift our souls from out of the ground Just relax And we will feast on your emotions Open your mouth and let it come out Every single word will form a phrase Don't refrain Are you so full of so much anger Every stitch on your lip starts to itch Until it all comes pouring out your lids Yes tonight we'll lay in the garden Where we'll bury our souls into the ground Then tonight we'll pray in the garden And we'll lift our souls from out of the ground |