The Garden by Faithless
Time: 04:27
Track #1 of disk 1 from the album Sunday 8PM.
Written by: ARMSTRONG, ROLLO / BENTOVIM, AYALAH DEBORAH
Published by: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics
Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done.
Unsung champion, I 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
