Divine Comedy The Secret Garden
So much time, and so little to doI furnish my mind with pictures of = youFading portraits, peculiar nameReplaced by your face in a big golden = frame Take me inside you - There I will find youQuietly sleeping;Water is = seepingDown from the skies andInto your eyes andInto the secret garden The icon hangs alone on the wall;Her sweet mouth is saying nothing at = allGolden fragments of moments in timeTarnished with guilt for an = innocent time