| Song | The Garden |
| Artist | Faithless |
| Album | Original Album Classics |
| Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til i'm done | |
| Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning | |
| Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space | |
| Where i dwell with bass players and layers and loops | |
| Think what i think with my prayers. it's nice. my world is everything i've become | |
| Contained in the hum between voice and drum | |
| I'm coming from the same place i'm still running from | |
| But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung |