Woorden:
Secret Garden The Promise

interested? Cause I would love to see you butt-naked lying in my bed You won't regret a mintue just tell me what you like And I promise to make this

fake patches on his jacket He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden

In a secret garden Somewhere lost in time He ponders forever As she sleeps inside his mind Lost beneath the shadows Of a scarlet sky She dreams of a

back for more We made a promise and we keep it Our dirty little secret Our dirty little secret Our dirty little secret Our dirty little secret Our dirty little secret

strange deserted place Once opened, its secrets would become the world Its attributes would continue to unfold forever Through the fabric of the promised

door today, But talking birds and tales of Fairies keep me scared away. And yes, I promised not to tell what Else is there, although If in the maze you chance to see A garden

peace. Looming in the corridors that lie between time. This world's broken neck grasped in his hands. Dark secrets unlocked by a verbal key. Promises

but me to share their secrets I fix my eyes upon the dials And run through the uncharted miles Of nothing. I chase my tail I'm chasing trails Of hollow promises

ne laisse pas ces jouissances detruire et mepriser mon souvenir Sois heureux, sois aime, comment ne le serais-tu pas? Mais garde-moi dans un petit coin secret