Something you've heard somewhere you've seen too real to ignore you've chosen not to believe from the black of their pain to the white of their fear in the dust they die while eden lies near
the freedom bought, changed hands, was sold this heat of love has turned ice-cold
we just can't escape it like flames reaching out from the sun we can't defeat it like flames reaching out from the sun
from the garden of love, been banished too long and the balance will shift between the week and the strong once they would beg and they would plead but now they demand divided by those that need and those that command
the freedom bought, changed hands, was sold the heat of love has turned ice-cold and we never learn but we know too well heaven's died and gone to hell
now you watch but you should have run like flames that leap from the base of the sun and you dream you're free but you'll awake too much too late, too much too late