There, inside the garden
They kissed and the sun rose
And he walked a little further
And he found he was alone

And the wind it gathered round him
He was thinking of his sins
And he's looking for his song-bird
He was looking for his wings
 

Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here at all

I don't know what I want and

what you want from me and

who I want

 who I am

~ do you?