voice My words are like silk and my tears are like yours Falling from the sky from which the lost can find love amidst the pain Love is like a song you
Sliding through the secret garden, I beg the pardons Regarding the odds with my snake, he's such a slut And every will of God it gets marked as a winner
ooh There's a forest, a beautiful place The sun always shines upon your face And the wind blows away The troubles inside your mind You'll find your secret garden A
: Home. I have no home. MARY: Martha says that you're in Paris. ARCHIBALD: It's a house, child. MARY: Is that very far away? ARCHIBALD: It's just a
, mightiest apocalypse rise! sound of invisible time, sing last souls' songs! get the speech of my repertory... I come to live, avoid secret vanity, just
You cover darkness with a thousand secret flames With your love, oh my love, oh my love, my love And I would cause the winds to blow a hundred different
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 I picked a rose And I listened
secrets we keep, we don't know we're keeping From before there was time, before there were lies Can we find you again, this far from the garden? Do we
back, a no no no no no And it's 1-2-3, I send you an owl And no one ever writes back You're keeping secrets from me Secrets from your friend And it'
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 you well Not a boob or a bungle
a suit that has a vest And I will put it on as I watch gardener mow the lawn She's a fairy princess from a song of old I will have a toothbrush that
Minh trail to the song of the nightingale Any artist can turn a garden to a desert But can he turn a desert to a garden? That's where I come in, runnin
and laugh This town, as ugly as sin Hidden from our secret garden We make it up as we go along Sometimes it turns into a song--this song (Chorus) Don
long as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm, he said "I beg your pardon but this is my secret garden
to focus on the God and try not to deviate from being spiritual The circle was in the garden and the light of the sun (yeah) Not a man but a snake with
tiny gardens cut in two by jagged mountains and the secret sacred sharing that went on beside the fountain where the water waits forever for a tiny tiny
Guy From Alabama: What band being you playing in? Aynsley: I played in a blues band. Guy From Alabama: Blues band, so do I! Aynsley: Blues. Guy From Alabama: Blues! Aynsley: Blues avant-garde