The Perfumed Garden - Omnium Gatherum

I’m sick of all these scars

And thinking of you

Why you left me

'Cause I’d seen that love was true

The worst of me

Would tear it all away

But the worst of me

Could feel its whole grace

In the garden the fallen jesting

With souls burned black my mind is clear

In the garden the fallen jesting

With souls burned black my mind is clear

The spring of that year

Came back without a fear

And they fell for you

Everyone for lost delight

The spring of that year

Came back without

And we have met again

And your scent is still the same, still the same

In the garden the fallen jesting

With souls burned black my mind is clear

In the garden the fallen jesting

With souls burned black my mind is clear

The spring of that year

Came back without a fear

And they fell for you

Everyone for lost delight

The spring of that year

Came back without

And we have met again

And your scent is still the same, still the same

I’m sick of all these scars

And thinking of you

Why you left me

'Cause I’d seen that love was true

Why you left me

'Cause I’d seen that love was true