I sought after the sum
the garden of love, the bum
and waited on by faith evermore
the green still life is fright
burning in my memories' delight
and shifted by the ranger's sight
of a lonely dark gravel road
and flowing below the grove tonight
in a sea of endless me

and frozen hearts lie still
head heart hands and all
the shrilling and the kill
I'm cleared by boat by sea

in waters dark and mucking
neath the shallow graves of thee
seek shelter before the storm
it's coming don't you see
the gardens are still down there
they are just up in the air
and the fruits of thy labors scattered
the moon covers the sun
the blossoms among the guns
and the weeping soul who
cannot be forgotten
the one

I tried to see in me
the beast made up of three
and the tangled thoughts I have
are still there inside

I don't have any cares
the waters will lay bare
the mirror of my mind
the winding roads going under
the memories in the cares

I tried to see in me
the beast made up of three
and the tangled thoughts I have
are still there inside me

and frozen hearts lie still
head heart hands and all
the shrilling and the kill
I'm cleared by boat by sea

the moon covering the sun
the blossoms among the guns
and the weeping soul who
cannot be forgotten
the one
guns among the blossoms
the one
cannot be forgotten
the one