In The Garden

Golden like someone you knew before

Born out of rage

Look inside the door at what is waiting now

How could you respond to this somehow

I'm in the field

I'll walk around

In the garden

I ask permission

To be silent

Always listening

Now I can hear it

Now I can hear it

I will deconstruct

Gravity is me it's leaking out

Of my identity

In the golden tide

On the beach where I

See a smoking gun

I cover up my eyes

It is not, it is not

But what is it take it apart

It's a song you heard

It is not, It is not

But what is it take it apart

It's a song you heard

Paint it white,  what will I do

If I've got nothing to lose?

What will I do?

I've got nothing to lose