The garden hides the jewel beneath the dirt and rotting leaves.
Ypur skin shines white as pearl against your blackened bed of soil.
And I am the saint that falls upon your dreaming lifeless from.
Pink dolphin lips accept the shape and shine with liquid innocence.
Your lantern raised, it shows the shows the way to turquoise sky and golden trees.
The garden hides the jewel inside the body of the bleeding girl.
The saint will place the pearl.
The garden hides the jewel.