to Wythenshawe, it?s rain Gorton, Salford, Sale, pretty much the same As I?m caught up without my jacket once again The raindrops on my face play a sweet
feel so senseless to the touch My life is so wasted So wasted without you I guess I love too much, too much Oh, baby, how can I face tomorrow When yesterday
when the cattle's [Incomprehensible] An old familiar feeling settles over me And it's your face I see and I believe that you are there In the garden
I'm running up the stairs I can hardly breathe again Into your arms and a perfect day From the garden where we lay With the roses all aflame You called
when your avarice cries-- And humanity dies. . . Without hot winds or tower blocks crashing--no silver-lined mushroom clouds herald man's passing, From the Garden
day one Kids in the garden' playin' games heaven' fun Excitin' and amazin' havin' a real friend of mine Feel my heartbeat and for real friend of mine Face to face
. Lawnmower Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me Motherfucker I say like face shit without me Chrome
in the appropriate place And we ignored our others, happy plans For that delicate look upon your face Our bodies moved and hardened Hurting parts of your garden
with the sun but I'm really not the one the paiting with the balcony seems to move like the dawn I break away from the mistery but to visit the garden
years this house has held the fire of love they shared But now the garden slowly dies He said he'd never leave her alone to face the day What kind of
Love's our shadow on the wall With the face of God Love's our shadow on the wall With the face of (Face of) The face of God (Face of) Face of God
fake patches on his jacket He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden
but I gots to get mo Standin grain my body swang as I swoop from lane to lane To be seen without bang is like a piece without a chain Jock me, knock
place that I can be born It's in my secret garden A rose without a thorn A lover without scorn Somewhere in fountain blue Lies my secret garden
streets the boundary is hazy Gonna turn your world around They're shutting down The lethal underground Yeah the torture garden Is growing upside down Murder and mayhem The fury without