Besedila:
Memory Garden The Search

[Words & Music: S. Johansson] A broken picture, a broken mind The colored life turns black and white The remaining pieces won't tell you why When questions

on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's Ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching

as they can't see Now you can say: "Speak your last word, speak your last word!" Born in the garden of overgrown madness We still search what remains

monkey looked up at the stars And he thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden

and still you are searching for your lost memories but you know you'll have a blind date with your death The chance to live has never been closer enter the garden

That leaves you with a mental picture The girl with the strong arm drank straight whiskey But I understand that she will still quotes scriptures All poor gardeners

he sings Of the sweet memories of his beloved tosca and his dashed dreams. English translation How the stars seemed to shimmer, The sweet scents of the garden

on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching

to become men and men grow to become fools. he saw hope, beauty, war, strength, weakness, chaos, stillness he watched until he could recite each scene from memory