Song | The Garden |
Artist | Faithless |
Album | Original Album Classics |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til i'm done | |
Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning | |
Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space | |
Where i dwell with bass players and layers and loops | |
Think what i think with my prayers. it's nice. my world is everything i've become | |
Contained in the hum between voice and drum | |
I'm coming from the same place i'm still running from | |
But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung |