OLD GODS, NEW ANGELS

Well, dawn and dinnertime are not so different
And under's quite the same as up above
And all of us are naught but little universes
And all of us are really more like bugs

In somebody's garden
Is anyone gardening?
Can anyone hear, we are here
We are bound to the world as you make it appear

Well, afternoons and midnight are so distant
They might as well be mountains and the sea
Wеll none of us might ever undеrstand each other
But dreams are rooms to build and ships to me

In somebody's garden
But are you gardening?
Can anyone hear, we are here
We are bound to the world as you make it appear

And everything is connected
You are magic of your own making
And everything is protected
There is something more than waiting

And I'll chase it down the alleys
Through the forests and through the trees
And I'll chase it 'cross the stars
As if a huntress taught me

Well, morning, noon and night are all a cycle
It's only someone dialing up a key change
And all of us will surely feel much lighter in the end
And surely there's a way to ease the pain

In somebody's garden
Just what are you gardening?
Can anyone hear, we are here
We are bound to the world as you make it appear

And everything is connected
We are magic of our own making
And everything is protected
There is something more than waiting

And I'll chase it down the alleys
Through the forests and through the trees
And I'll chase it 'cross the stars
As if a huntress taught me

And I swear I'll reach the moon
Just give me one good angle
I am waiting for the chance to walk with you