Faithless - The Garden lyrics

Album: Sunday 8 PM (1998)

Beg you listen me, don´t be kissing me ´til I am done
Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning
Pepper your thoughts with spice, & entice you to a space
Where I dwell with bass players & layers & loops
Think what I think with my prayers. It is nice. My world is everything I have become
Contained in the hum between voice & drum
I am coming from the same place I am still running from
But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung

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