Garden of Delight

Climbing up the Mother’s Horn
Looking at the sky as she takes a bath
And I’m drinking from an endless cup
Filled up with my eyes ears nose and tongue
Madmen on a sunken ship
Choking on the laugh language that they’re on
And the numbers written on the sail
Keep track of the waves that they think they saw
Try your best to understand
Oh it’s only gonna make it easier
Try your best to understand
Oh it’s only gonna make it easier
All I have to give you now
Cannot be observed by the naked eye
It’s a violence of the human soul
Laying down alone in your memory
Try your best to understand
Oh it’s only gonna make it easier
Try your best to understand
Oh it’s only gonna make it easier