They are the paralyzed sticks in the dirt (There are rows of them) Bending and swaying in tune with the wind In Europa's Garden, the yield it is plenty And we are the harvest, the Earth is a memory
The extra terrestrial insects are resting on me Dancing their dance on my limbs, How I envy their wings
In the garden of mine I am callisto's ice, Io's burning fire Full, full of the light Of heaven inside me, hell on my brow There's a courageous light That we all desire Flies drawn to the light Of heaven inside me, Hell on my brow In the garden of Europa, Heaven casts no light In the darkness I am light, where heaven waits inside
Extra Terrestrial insects are resting on me Dancing their dance on my limbs how I envy their wings We are the paralyzed sticks in the dirt Bending and swaying in tune with the wind