Faithless - The Garden



  
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 
  

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