Here
I am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent.
I simply watch, your little life from high above.
Wanting to call you, wanting to sing,
Inside your ears and lips and eyes and soul,
I’ll dig my grave, behind the gates of Babylon.
There’s a Garden of Eden
In your distant heart,
Garden of Eden
In your earthly arms.
Here I stand, a serpent queen of the garden,
I’m beckoning, but you ignore my siren song.
Oh I long, to touch you, to step inside your sacred gate,
I’ll dig my grave in the mine of golden bible snake.
There’s a Garden of Eden
In your distant heart,
Garden of Eden
In your earthly arms.
The black-eyed bird is dying,
The queen is dead,
She’ll never step foot in Eden.
There’s a Garden of Eden
In your distant heart,
Garden of Eden
In your earthly arms.
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