Joshua Edwards - The Garden lyrics

Whatever my shortcomings, above all I lack an emotional habeas corpus in the pawnshop of my desire, where my body is full of air or is a cloud or is harnessed to a balloon or hides behind an imperial screen. The garden is a sanctuary for all the wrong reasons. Before the big stone buildings of cities were built to give context to production and its mess, circumstances were kept private until the world sent arrows and monsters to receive and interpret the scenery of progress. Discipline and forbearance led to this enclosed pleasure. Pandemonium and guilt hang their fruits on my dream's prismatic trees. Embers endure. Music lends new gladness to the sleeping sky. When I wake up I'll create smoke of a very specific color from the fuel of everything I have, and trade reason for oblivion.