Something youand've heard
somewhere youand've seen
too real to ignore
youand've chosen not to believe
from the black of their pain
to the white of their fear
in the dust they die
while eden lies near
The freedom bought,
changed hands, was sold
this heat of love has turned ice-cold
We just canand't escape it
like flames reaching out from the sun
we canand't defeat it
like flames reaching out from the sun
From the garden of love,
been banished too long
and the balance will shift
between the week and the strong
once they would beg and they would plead
but now they demand
divided by those that need
and those that command
The freedom bought,
changed hands, was sold
the heat of love has turned ice-cold and
we never learn but we know too well
heavenand's died and gone to hell
Now you watch but you shoud have run
like flames that leap from the base of the sun
and you dream youand're free but youand'll awake
too much too late, too much too late
