Prince of the Garden - Holy Mother

Golden tiles and golden lines

Reflections blinding me I see your eyes like mirror blinds

The only thing I see

Hands across a cotton tie

The hands that once were free

Alone you sleep in space tonight

Far away from me You’re the prince of the garden

Tie your hair back in a bow

Time to tell someone you love them

The wind is growing cold

Leave the world

That you created

You’ve got flowers

In your hair

All the ashtrays full

Of blue tears

They’re the ones

Who really care

I’m alive

You’ve got seven counts

Against you

You’ve got cuffs

Of serated steel

All the charges

Brought against you

Can’t believe

That this is real

And the only

Thing that matters

If by chance

That you really care

To be in the arms

Of the one you love

With flowers in your hair

I’m alive

I’m alive

I’m alive

Holding times

And holding rhymes

Holding life today

In silent strokes

The river flows like water

Through my veins

A tunnel with a golden light

Is something in your way

I’m alive

I’m alive

You’re the prince of the garden

Tie your hair back in a bow

Time to tell someone you love them

The wind is growing cold

Leave the world

That you created

You’ve got flowers

In your hair

All the ashtrays full

Of blue tears

They’re the ones

Who really care…