Wall of Sleep - Inside Garden


Walking down the footpath backwards Lead by closed eyes view Reaching for the memories' leaves.
I get the things I knew.
Voices from the inside garden are flowing to my mind Pale eyes of the old days' dreams can't stand the new days' light Leaves of wonder on trees of pain Words of my garden spoken by long time lost days Walking down the footpath backwards Lead by closed eyes view Whispers of the inside All I meet the sounds I knew Voices from the inside garden are covering my mind 'cause pale eyes of the old days' dreams Can't stand the new days' light.

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