She don’t wander in…don’t wander in here, she…
She don’t wander in here…don’t wander in here…
The direction of the eye, so misleading
The defection of the soul, nauseously quick
I don’t question, our existence
I just question, our modern needs
She don’t wander in…don’t wander in here, she…
She don’t wander in here…
I will walk…with my hands bound
I will walk…with my face blood
I will walk…with my shadow flag
Into your garden, garden of stone…yeah…
After all is done, and we’re still alone
I won’t be taken, yet I’ll go…with my hands bound
I will walk…with my face blood
I will walk…with my shadow flag
Into your garden, garden of stone
I don’t show…I don’t share…
I don’t need, yeah…What you have to give…