Faithless - The Garden Lyrics
1. the garden - faithlessBeg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til i'm doneUnsung champion, reason, like seasoningPepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a spaceWhere i dwell with bass players and layers and loopsThink what i think with my prayers. it's nice. my world is everything i'veBecomeContained in the hum between voice and drumI'm coming from the same place i'm still running fromBut even sitting in the garden one can still get stung