Vagrant God - To the Garden lyrics

The dancing of ginger over ivory silhouettes. The sparkling Of rivers beneath the constellations. The perfume of autumn Gilding vacant alleyways; surrounding a heartfelt embrace Can you see me now by the gateway. In this avenue. Lying On the plane. Leaves are cradling tears from angels. To the Garden I make my dying way. The slothful beholding of a Thousand statuettes. The dark, wanton glare of the green Man on the facade. The gentle enquiry of the spirits resting Here; surrounding a tearful adieu. Can you see me now By the gateway. In this avenue. Lying on the plane. Leaves Are cradling tears from angels. To the garden I make my Dying way