| Behind a misty garden gate, | |
| A place not drawn on any map, | |
| Where barefeet angels dare not tread, | |
| I have found myself sometimes. | |
| You were the one to guide me out of there. | |
| As you held my hand a thorny bush scratched your face. | |
| The night was old and we were running fast. | |
| I was only feeling so odd and very uptight | |
| (in deepest emotions of...). | |
| Someone glued a tear in the corner of my eye | |
| (I cried, I cried). | |
| Oh, who took a part in 99% of me? | |
| I lost my will, it drowned inside a pool of dark | |
| and bitter miseries. | |
| Inside the garden I kneeled down and prayed | |
| (in deepest emotions of...). | |
| Inside the garden I bowed to fate (I bowed, I bowed). | |
| Love for life is simply the only thing I live for | |
| (in deepest emotions of...). | |
| Being left without it, I could no more endure | |
| (I tried, I tried). | |
| I was only feeling so odd and very uptight | |
| (in deepest emotions of...). | |
| Now the days are shifting and idly I de-ice (idly de-ice). | |
| Idly... |