Faithless Lyrics

Album: Sunday 8 PM

The Garden Lyrics

Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done

 Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning

 Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space

 Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops

 Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice. My world is everything I've become

 Contained in the hum between voice and drum

 I'm coming from the same place I'm still running from

 But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung