The garden awoke to the sound of her throat Breathing the air into the letters we wrote We spoke of yesterday we spoke of tomorrow We spoke how our love only equals the sorrow We've felt but we've forgotten We've long but somehow we've gotten On with our selves and on with our lives We vow that we will never compromise We channel ghosts and poets well never know We dare to go fast when we should go slow And all the knowledge that exists waits to be discovered All the knowledge that exists exists in eAchother
















