The spirit had set north with the wind that rippled his hair.
I stared. Can’t stop laughing, but the joy had gone,
Snuffed out by the dawn. The rope had torn his flesh, broke his neck,
Set him dancing on the air in the hanging gardens.
Dancing with the dead — so peaceful there.
Branded as a thief. They stole his name, they stole his face.
Gone without a trace. They killed his dignity, squeezed him dry.
Cry for mercy from the judges with no ears,
No heart, smart in their black caps in the hanging gardens.
LOVE NOTES AND CARNATIONS fading, slowly dying, lying at his feet.
Sweet aroma lingered on the air. She stood and stared.
Was numb now. Cryed so much it had no meaning.
So much salt and water flowing free in the hanging gardens.
Blow gently, blow gently […]
Dressed in virgin’s white, she masked her eyes with calm surprise.
Cursed a name. The pain was creeping swiftly — twisted her inside.
She retched and reached out for a hand. Landed on her face,
Disgraced. No place for fainting queens in the hanging gardens.
A place for me, a place for you….
@[the second part of this song is essentially the lyrics to the first part
@played backwards. as far as i can tell, there is no difference between the
@two… -$@]
