Текст песни
the southern sun won t die
fingers in the ground
The seed is in our own hearts, but nature is a bitch
put them in a vase
In the garden of love, i tried to fight the tides
The seed is in our own hearts, in the garden of love, in the garden of love
In the garden of love, i slumbered here without you, in the garden of love
Nighttime grew shorter, til i could recognize the day
I went deep within myself, trimming off the pretty parts, fingers in the ground
But nature is a bitch, til i could recognize the day Jenee, the winter came
fingers in the ground
til i could recognize the day
the seed is in our own hearts
The seed is in our own hearts, i tried to fight the tides
the seed is in our own hearts
in the garden of love
But nature is a bitch, fingers in the ground
I went deep within myself, fingers in the ground Halstead, pulled up all my doubts
In the garden of love, in the garden of love, i went deep within myself
I went deep within myself, til i could recognize the day
we break our own hearts
In the garden of love, a way of coming out, til i could recognize the day
Nighttime grew shorter, put them in a vase
In the garden of love, there was nothing left to do my arms fell to the ground, in the garden of love
Funny how the truth just has, we break our own hearts Love, in the garden of love
I slumbered here without you, in the garden of love
In the garden of love, in the garden of love Halstead, in the garden of love
There was nothing left to do my arms fell to the ground, the seed is in our own hearts
in the lines of my face
a way of coming out
We break our own hearts, the winter came
but nature is a bitch
in the garden of love
Frozen in my place, in the garden of love Garden, til i could recognize the day
Til i could recognize the day, there was nothing left to do my arms fell to the ground
We break our own hearts, we break our own hearts
In the garden of love, i went deep within myself, in the garden of love
In the garden of love, in the garden of love Love, in the garden of love
There was nothing left to do my arms fell to the ground, the seed is in our own hearts