Here I am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent.

I simply watch, your little life from high above.

Wanting to call you, wanting to sing,

Inside your ears and lips and eyes and soul,

I dig my grave, behind the gates of Babylon.



There's a Garden of Eden

In your distant heart,

Garden of Eden

In your earthly arms.



Here I stand, a serpent queen of the garden.

I'm beckoning, but you ignore my siren song.

Oh I long, to touch you, to step inside your sacred gate.

I'll dig my grave in the middle of golden bible snake.



There's a Garden of Eden

In your distant heart,

Garden of Eden

In your earthly arms.



The black-eyed bird is dying,

The queen is dead,

She'll never step foot in Eden.



There's a Garden of Eden

In your distant heart,

Garden of Eden

In your earthly arms