Lyrics:
was she
Till a fine young American from the sea
To her garden came
They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day
And he taught her how to love
through the gardens
Of dying light
And cross all the rivers
Deep and dark as the night
Searching for a reason
Why time would've passed us by
I see
through the gardens
Of dying light
And cross all the rivers
Deep and dark as the night
Searching for a reason
Why time would've passed us by
Oh I
the farmlands weep
Through the brand new gardens where rich men sleep
I'm gonna find it, I'm gonna prove it
And show the whole damned world how to use it
When
want to meet still
Beet me by the Woodlands garden plot
Again
Won't you go your own way today
Think I need a moment
So don't stay
Won't you go your own
know our stories ended but theirs has just begun
They'll be watered once the tears start to flow
And in our grave, a garden of crowns will grow
A daisy
She has no idea just what she means to me
When she waters her garden
She grows her own works at night when she cannot sleep
And comes to meet me
your dimples on your cheeks
I feel of them, i dream of they, everynight, day by day.
Sowing a garden on Saturn in summer, rediscovered spirits
That
Misshapen
Neglected
And taken
For granted
An existence that was never truly precepted
Disrespected
My precious garden was piled up and buried by
The nasty
polluted
By the toxic gas produced
In the factories of fearness
Hate is our main sickness
Verse (Peter Cher):
Down the road
To the garden
Where I keep
I was walking through the garden yesterday
Pondering the wandering of life and my dismay
'Cause I have fallen down again
And I cannot begin to mend
makes no sense
But I feel close to home
Through the fields and
The garden
The leaves that are falling
I'm about to bloom
Step by step
I might just reach
wish they bled shooting stars instead of the ink I'd use to write myself to death
cnd name my pen... suicide
Dying by way of punctuation from slicing
Verse 1:
He never called her by her name, just a dirty whore
Shocked, every single time when she heard the door-
Lock, the first tear dropped
love is used as a guide by the civilized
Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes
That's so much of a lie, you can leave your
Isabella McBride takes the hand of the stranger
With a single tear she spoke every word
Though she could not speak for her body has failed her
plan
Made us in his own image, molded us like dolls
And orchestrated the great fall
Omniscient, call him by his name, beg and he'll listen
Adam, Eve,
glock
I cannot show no weakness
Show no tear drop, show no thot
You can see by the bitch, I got good taste
And the blunt man i face like a case
You can
was she
Till a fine young American from the sea
To her garden came
They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day
And he taught her how to love
Gathering of clouds far in the horizon
The moment you start to speak you're lost forever
Follow the trail of my tears and you'll know
What it means
deaths
One thousand times the die is cast
And as the sun broke through
The tears in clouds
The ground cracked
Split away by the hands of the prostitute
Carbon based stickler
City piss aroma,
Therapy coma, clone sitter
Itching to pigeon hole villain soul magnet
Feelings activate
Passionate the germ,
She'll take the painting in the hallway,
The one she did in jr. high
And that old lamp up in the attic,
She'll need some light to study by
Standing in the moonlight by the old garden gate
Nellie, my darlin', I know you will wait
Wait for me, dearest, he said in tears
Then I'll be your
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