"Garden of Love, Garden of Death" - Lyrics

Some are painted in the garden
Leaning on an angel's wing
Some are painted in the mirror
Winter voices in your spring

Some are restless in the garden
Bathe in fire, stone their path
Some are wistful, some are diving
In the ocean of consent

Easy highways cease excitement
Broken traveler's greedy hands
There's no vision he can conquer
There's no wisdom in his steps

Some are walking in the valley
Following the shaman's trail
Sunken poems suck peyote
Cacti rising through the day

Some are children of no worries
Some are broken, old and frail
Some are restless in the garden
Some in love, most in death