"The Garden" Lyrics

I've got six figures over my head
I've got a truth that can never be said
To get by a little
We try a little

When we were young there were never goodbyes
When we were young there was fire in your eyes
When we were young I was lost
I found it hard to find myself
When we were young you showed me a path

To get by a little
We got high a little

Please don't pick me up
Coz I'm trying to take a break from the world
Coz we ain't been heard
See we ain't so bad
We got everything we need to survive
Coz you gave us a life

It comes over again
Love like a friend
And the sweet, sweet love

You got a black run slippery slope
You got Oliver Reed on the ropes
Now the barman calls you alone
Now the fire in your eyes has sunset overtones
And my friend I know a garden
Grows inside your soul
And I have grand plans to meet you there