Golden stranger
Garden prophet
You brought a snake here
Looking for a trade
Ouroboros
We became
Ouroboros
Tail to brain
And she said to play the game
While the fairy’s on his knees
In the garden
In the seed we share
Telling stories in the trees
How you brought that man to his knees
So we’ll trade here
(a bishop for a rose)
Find me here
You called for a lyre
Be my Ghandi
Pay me for a rhyme
In the garden
On the old sweet hill
Cuz she said to play the game
While that fairy’s on his knees
Telling stories in the trees
How you brought than man to his knees
So we’ll trade here
(a bishop for a rose)
Find me here
You called for a lyre
Not my soul you’re after
Bite my tongue
Not my soul—you wait too long
Not my soul you’re after
I’m on my own
Not my soul—you wait too long
To find
To find
To find…
Not my soul you’re after
Bite my tongue
Not my soul—you wait too long
Not my soul you’re after
You will see
What you came for—it’s not me

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