The Garden

Thistles blew around the afternoon
The breeze blew in across the crystal lake
Wandering the paths of memories lost
Scent of blossoms heavy on the air
On the air
On the air

Where I come from I cannot know
How I came to be I cannot tell
All I know is hidden in the moment
Far away you think of me again
Again
Again

And somewhere there's a clock running backwards
Telling me I'm running out of time

I'll play Morning of the Ghost for you
When it's though then I'll be on my way
Whispering the lies you thought were true
I'll bide my time and track the stars by night
By night
By night

And somewhere there's a clock running backwards
Telling me I'm running out of time
Yes somewhere there's a light shining darkness
Illuminating shadows in my mind

And I'm running through The Garden
Yes I'm running through The Garden
Yes I'm running through The Garden
Searching for the Gate
Searching for the Gate
Searching for that Flaming Gate



Credits
Writer(s): Sorcha Chisholm
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