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