When the moon is high across the garden 
that's when [bad word] to you 
when the nightshade blooms in your eyes 
let my sin pour in you 
when the forest sings like an angel's choir 
 [bad word] nearer 

I want to feel your flesh enrapture me 
and live the politics of ecstasy 

In the garden there is no fear 
in the garden of gray we can disappear 
in the garden where I can feel 
in the graden to touch you is so surreal 

If the moon should pour out of the sky 
and fill your livid pools 
if you lay your hands on me gently 
you won't be [bad word] 
when you feel the shiver of lust grow deeper 
 [bad word] for you 

I want to feel my senses sing to me 
you are the music in my ecstasy 

In the garden there is no fear 
in the garden of gray we can disappear 
in the garden where I can feel 
in the graden to touch you is so surreal 

I want to love you in the garden of gray 
where we can stop the time and drink the ecstasy 
and when its done just traces of the glow 
the sparkle in your eyes is ecstasy 

In the garden there is no fear 
in the garden of gray we can disappear 
in the garden where I can feel 
in the garden to touch you is so surreal 
in the garden, in the garden 
in the garden, in the garden of gray