Was there no garden beneath the tree? My cherubic guardian has long left me Baby's screaming for years now Have you left too? With neglected bomb And the stovetop on Stack of newspapers And an ashtray Those dead echoes get lost in the ears But the rhythm remains While we burn beneath the same sun One in the end No shade in the garden Is everyone living in your head? And all your friends No shade in their gardens Everything is, and never ends I see monotropa teem with life And trees sway in the shapes of the wind and light As we die in the greenhouse Lying side by side One in the end No shade in the garden Is everyone living in your head? And all your friends No shade in their gardens Everything is, and never ends