Beyond the iron gate, a garden before there’s only love sow every kiss you are given, bring something with you when you come
the neighbours won’t endeavour, expecting bad weather and they think they’re bathing babies, but they’re drowning sons and daughters with their fears
we’re waiting for you, we’re waiting for you because you’re something real we’re waiting for you, we’re waiting for you because you’re something new you’re something true
the dream of your arrival in this sinking Viking myth and you are warming frozen bodies with your burning lips the Bow bells ring above the horse, above the cart how could I look at those working hand and not believe in art and arts’ great tragedies
we’re waiting for you, we’re waiting for you because you’re something real we’re waiting for you, we’re waiting for you because you’re something new you’re something true
the beauty grows as the body fades decay reveals such mysteries like how strong the heart can be once filled painful dignities
we’re waiting for you because you’re something real, something true we’re waiting for you, because you’re something new you’re something real, love.