I had a vision in the chapel
Flame flickered on your forehead like an apple
When the morning came I was enthralled by your movement
But I was scared, I wrote a letter
To articulate my thoughts a little better
When the time came for speaking my mind it was gone
The garden's overgrown
Is the fact of the matter
And now it's just a field behind the house
Where the creepers kinda swallow the light
Where you wait for a talking snake
For a calendar day - something you can rely on
You can steady the scale
With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong
When I was young and not a cynic
I felt a gravity beyond the city limit
In the violent heart I couldn't start to explain it
But all my lovers turned to friends
and I'm in London singing "if it be your will" again
When the time came for speaking my mind it was gone
The garden's overgrown
Is the fact of the matter
And now it's just a field behind the house
Where the creepers kinda swallow the light
Where you wait for a talking snake
For a calendar day - something you can rely on
You can steady the scale
With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong
I miss my childhood house
Where my heart slowed down
I could take control of myself there
Since our childhood homes
Are apartments though
I've been finding I don't feel it the same way now
The garden's overgrown
Is the fact of the matter
And now it's just a field behind the house
Where the creepers kinda swallow the light
Where you wait for a talking snake
For a calendar day - something you can rely on
You can steady the scale
With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong
You can steady the scale
With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong
Steady the scale
With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong