The Secret Garden

So much time and so little to do
I furnish my mind with pictures of you
Fading portraits, peculiar names
Replaced by your face in a big golden frame

Take me inside you
There I will find you
Quietly sleeping
Water is seeping
Down from the skies and
Into your eyes and
Into the secret garden

The icon hangs alone on the wall
Her sweet mouth is saying nothing at all
Golden fragments of moments in time
Tarnished with guilt for an innocent crime

Take me inside you
There I will find you
Quietly sleeping
Water is seeping
Down from the skies and
Into your eyes and
Into the secret
Your beautiful secret
Take me inside you

There I will find you
Quietly sleeping
Water is seeping
Down from the skies and
Into your eyes and
Into the secret garden