I think back to the Garden's first days,
And the reason that a woman was made,
And believe it was an up above gesture to say:
So long Emptiness, hello Sweet Grace.
But it seems the words have changed
And all their meanings have faded away—
But, when I say, I love you,
I mean it the same way as it was made.
Cause you and I want nothing to do
With the constant bending that sorrow brings.
No, you and I want nothing to do
But lover things.
So, let's forget about the failed love we see
And how the world is a brand new machine
That drags the lovers through the mud
And all other things that are so far from you and me.
Cause you and I want nothing to do
With the constant bending that sorrow brings.
No, you and I want nothing to do
But lover things.
Oh, it seems the words have changed
And all their meanings have faded away—
But, when I say, I love you,
I mean it the same way as it was made.
Cause you and I want nothing to do
With the constant bending that sorrow brings.
No, you and I want nothing to do
But lover things.