At The Bottom Of The Garden

I See You In Robes Of Flowing Stone

And Though I Doubt Your Hands Are Holy

You See Through Me As If I Were A Ghost



You Invite Me In Your Favour, In High Fever

Entering The Fold

And I Feel Myself Becoming, Believing

Returning From The Cold

I Would Kiss Your Feet If You Ask

Just To Bask In Your Everlasting Glow

But Will I Still Be In Your Favour, My Saviour

If I Turn From This Road?

If I Turn From This Road...



At The Bottom Of The Garden

I See You, The One I Love The Most

And Though I Know Your Hands Can Heal Me

You Walk Through Me As If You Were A Ghost

As If You Were A Ghost...



Nail Me, Nail Me

Nail Me Then Let Me Down Again

I Wanna Hear The Crowd Appealing,

"We Love Him, Let Him Down

Oh Let Him On Down, C'mon Let Him Down

Please Let Him Down..."