paroles de chanson The Garden - July Talk

I went walking in the garden
I was tripping on snakes
I ain′t asking for your love
I'm just asking what your
Love is going to take
Ignorance is bliss when
You′re young enough to
Kiss
Young men don't need pardons
How much love you gonna make
Keep yer head above the water
And breathe before
The ice of the lake
I ain't gonna let him
Twist my wrist
I ain′t gonna let him
Kiss these lips. No
You been falling close to arson
Did you leave yer pills at home?
You′ve got a problem with yer head
And the doctor said
You shouldn't be alone
I got hips
And you got lips
I plan to keep them
This ain′t Johnny Carson
I've got thoughts that
Ain′t my own
I'm talking black souls
Dressed in red things
That i should have
Never known
True love has its benefits
And i plan to reap them