Here i am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent.
i simply watch, your little life from high above.
wanting to call you, wanting to sing,
inside your ears and lips and eyes and soul,
i dig my grave, behind the gates of babylon.
There's a garden of eden
in your distant heart,
garden of eden
in your earthly arms.
Here i stand, a serpent queen of the garden.
i'm beckoning, but you ignore my siren song.
oh i long, to touch you, to step inside your sacred gate.
i'll dig my grave in the middle of golden bible snake.
There's a garden of eden
in your distant heart,
garden of eden
in your earthly arms.
The black-eyed bird is dying,
the queen is dead,
she'll never step foot in eden.
There's a garden of eden
in your distant heart,
garden of eden
in your earthly arms.