Gardens fill your hands with jealousy
Painting portraits of reality
Guilty men chase shadows on the streets
Closed eyes cause we can never see
That beauty stands where we fear to go
And noone out there seem to belong

Found out colors that I've never known
When I saw things going very slow
Flowers should not las for evermore
As they die they're something to adore
And we are the petals that shrink for first
And beauty stands where we gotta go