get out until you said : "Can you feel me ? " You touched my face and said : " it?s good " What i needed At least i found it here you should Never Stop this rain
Übersetzung: Fool's Garden. Regen.
out until you said : "Can you feel me ? " You touched my face and said : " it?s good " What i needed At least i found it here you should Never Stop this rain
away? Hey hey... Last time you're gonna let me down. Last time you're gonna Fool around with me... There's a garden full of roses, There's a necklace
your mind and your body there's a missing fucking link that leaves you vulnerable, susceptible to pain you're a garden of potential submerged in the rain
through. I saw Adam leave the Garden with an apple in his hand, I said "Now you're out, what are you going to do?" "Plant some crops and pray for rain
his eyes he's out of control He follows his rule and kills all the fools When ever they get in his way The tears all like rain in the garden of pain
from his children's hearts And told them it was sin Now we're all at the mercy, we're all at the mercy Of that little man within Now he's sitting in the gardens
over there in the corner? She may be here but she's very far away Once the night's getting old and you think you're getting closer You'll be the fool 'cause she's
it turns me around To my own asylum Dry in the day And fading away......... And we grow in a garden Where all that we know You're just a fool for him
know it's in here somewhere I just wish I knew the color of my hair I know the answer's hiding somewhere In my secret garden There's a petal that isn
leave the garden with an apple in his hand, I said "now you're out, what are you going to do? " "plant some crops and pray for rain, maybe
the days when man looked down They've taken away his sacred crown To be set free, it took so long It's not journey's end, it's just begun
the fool Oh, really, really, really you do You trudged through their schools You played by their rules but it never really, really, really was you Misfit's
factories still churning out Of that there's not a single doubt There's more snide shit from their flea pits They couldn't give a fucking shit. It's true
When it's talking to you I'm hearing your voice now And here I go again Coming over like mist be coming rain All this serves to tell me Is maybe there's
