Lyric Garden

I lay my head upon your chest
Bones of iron bones of lead
And death is rattling the cage
Like a bird that would escape
But there s no room for thoughts like these
In the garden where we sleep

And I am on a burning ship
Clothes all flying in the wind
But I am beautiful like this
When you hold me in your hands
But there s no room for thoughts like these
In the garden where we sleep

Always searching for those breasts
Pumping morphine
Always searching for--
Don t you fly to them
Don t you fly to them
You can fly to me

I ll take the moment in my hands
Pull it open til it sings
Before the motion of this place
Where nothing stops to have a name
Will leave us hanging like a tear…