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"Garden Of Earthly Delights"
Words and Music by Hair Knight
Appears on Troubled Children

Clouds form above our heads. Lying in a field of grain.
Laughter fills the air again and there is no such thing as pain.
Love is ours to always share.
Look around and I'll be there.
Give to me what I gave to you.
In this world, what can we do?
If that love should turn to stone,
It would cut me to the bone.
If I can't share your life then
All I'll know is pain and strife.

I feel like we're living in the Garden Of Earthly Delights.
Where living just means dying and everything is done for spite.
Left is right and right is wrong.
But if you're stuck in the middle, whose side are you on?
I feel like we're living in the Garden Of Earthly Delights.

Clouds turn a grayer shade, lying in a field of grass.
I sit and watch the wind blow, hoping this mood will pass.
You're away and no-one's here.
Who will overcome my fear?
If you go, when you're gone,
I don't know how I'll carry on.
I thought you would stay true.
But what the hell can I do?
You'll come back. I hope you'll smile,
"I just left for a little while."

I feel like we're living in the Garden Of Earthly Delights.
Where living just means dying and everything is done for spite.
Left is right and right is wrong.
But if you're stuck in the middle, whose side are you on?
I feel like we're living in the Garden Of Earthly Delights.

Rain falls from the clouds. Lying in a field of pain.
Fire burns all around. Drenched in fear and quenched by rain.
Hotter yet, the flames grow high.
Contrast with the blackest sky.
Burning smells, the flesh that sears.
Fire borne of all my years.
I would run if I could.
But it would do me no good.
I have finally lost control,
Taken over by my soul.

I feel like we're living in the Garden Of Earthly Delights.
Where living just means dying and everything is done for spite.
Left is right and right is wrong.
But if you're stuck in the middle, whose side are you on?
I feel like we're living in the Garden Of Earthly Delights.

© 1990 Just A Song

 

 

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