You ask me how do I make these ideas into something
I don't know but it's my nature
I like the air on my skin
And the grass underneath
You like the concrete and the high tall buildings
I am a victim of my passion this I know
Just like the tree that I circle
Everyday in this field
And I will never change only rearrange
You say you like to deal with the dead
Cause the living are just hollow
I say there's no such thing just undiscovered sorrow
In the garden
I am roaming with melody
In the garden
No room for apology
In the garden
I leave my trace
And in this garden I will engage
After all there is no mystery
You turn the sun into the colours that you see
With all the shadows that appear
There's always ways to disappear
You have a choice
Always a voice
And in confusion I come back to me
My vision stronger and my land so free
The page has turned
The fire burnt all of the old
You say you like to deal with the dead
Cause the living are just hollow
I say there's no such thing just undiscovered sorrow
In the garden
I am roaming with melody
In the garden
No room for apology
In the garden
I leave my trace
And in this garden I will engage
I leave my trace and in this battle I will engage
In the garden in the garden
In the garden in the garden
In the garden
I am roaming with melody
In the garden
No room for apology
In the garden
I leave my trace
And in this garden I will engage