Eden
We are bleeding at the seams
Ripping along the borders
of these idyll fields
This cloth of gold
This Garden of Eden is coming apart
This room
This mind
This heart
This love
Are not holding themselves together
Anymore.
We are bleeding at the seams
Ripping along the borders
of these idyll fields
This cloth of gold
This Garden of Eden is coming apart
This room
This mind
This heart
This love
Are not holding themselves together
Anymore.