1. The Garden - Faithless
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