歌词
You would never guess
The one you thought to be the best
Is such a mess from neck to toe
In a tattered dress
A tired eyed bloodshot distress
Oh bitterness from hand to heart
With no other are we satisfied
Yet in other beds we've lied
We were lovers in the garden
Now we run
With a kiss loveless
The one you thought to be blessed
Is a mistress to the world
Ice cold caress
Thirsty mouthed, faint eared, sightless
With restlessness, now she starves
In agony
His heart must be
As she thinks she is free
With no other are we satisfied
Yet in other beds we've lied
We were lovers in the garden
Now we run
We were lovers in the garden
We were lovers in the garden
Are we longing for the garden?
Are we longing for the garden?