will see There's no ghost or entity I clearly recall my mother's lies Paralyzed with bloodshot eyes I say my prayers and wait for another night
when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singin' an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night
is the flower, here is the seed We walked in the garden, planted a tree Now, don't try to find me, please don't you dare Just live in my memory, you'll
echoes inside Withered roses will never bloom again Carry my weight: Those memories of you! Once I felt that you loved me These days are over, now we're through Our secret garden
There she stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time, And the memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war; For the girl in the photograph
m'aimes... Je le sens Tu penses encore A moi Je le sais, tu m'as gardé tes bras Dis-le moi Que tu m'aimes... Translation: To Love Again Every night
like a bird in the winter, and your love for me is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the cement My love for you lives on like the memory
The days go by Ev'ry night when the sun goes down Just another lonely boy in town And she's out runnin' 'round She wasn't just another woman
to night and night turns to day He puts the illusions of his childhood away With the new understanding, he builds a world of his own Outside the garden
get to me tonight I'll take the metro anywhere that isn't here I find no comfort in the pain I always cause All night, all night She might wait around
You hold this place inside my head you're a symphony of hurt The daylight passes through me To another crippled verse Been here once before and I know
when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night
One night of love was all we knew All I wanna do is make love to you Say you will, you want me too All night long All night long All night long All night
blush and berries bleed Blood is juice our organs are decisions are seed His life is a garden, our friends are greed, our friends are water, our friends are weeds The governments a gardener
battles won and lost Are just so many roads travelled So many rivers crossed And I ask God for the strength And faith in one another 'Cause it's a good night
