Wild Gardens (Magneta Lane)

We're children, we're dancing in gardens Her heart rests on him with the stillness Of lights in the night time she's dancing Waiting for his hearts twin rythym I'm tired of loving you... Now darling she can't keep on waiting Till you give a fuck that she's fading Her blood it flows softly inside her Spinning awaiting her lover So kiss her lips tonight Please make her feel alive... Now a man stands with his palms Offering what she wants from her true lovers arms Stranger will you kiss her lips tonight Please make her feel alive again, again, again... There's hair in my palms from patience I hate you admire my patience Her heart is conflicting with reason Her temper is changing the season So kiss her lips tonight Please make her come alive.... Now a man stands with his palms Offering what she wants from her true lovers arms Stranger will you kiss her lips tonight Please make her feel alive again, again, again... So you stand their with your palms Offering what I want from my true lovers arms Stranger will you kiss my lips tonight Please make me feel alive again, again, again