Wild Gardens

We're children, we're dancing in gardens

Her heart rests on him with the stillness

Of lights in the night time she's dancing

Waiting for his hearts twin rythym

I'm tired of loving you...

Now darling she can't keep on waiting

Till you give a fuck that she's fading

Her blood it flows softly inside her

Spinning awaiting her lover

So kiss her lips tonight

Please make her feel alive...

Now a man stands with his palms

Offering what she wants

from her true lovers arms

Stranger will you kiss her lips tonight

Please make her feel alive

again, again, again...

There's hair in my palms from patience

I hate you admire my patience

Her heart is conflicting with reason

Her temper is changing the season

So kiss her lips tonight

Please make her come alive....

Now a man stands with his palms

Offering what she wants

from her true lovers arms

Stranger will you kiss her lips tonight

Please make her feel alive

again, again, again...

So you stand their with your palms

Offering what I want

from my true lovers arms

Stranger will you kiss my lips tonight

Please make me feel alive

again, again, again