000 Maniacs - Eden текст песни

We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns
among our leaves.
To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed.
What is the reason for having roses when your blood
is shed carelessly?
It must be for something more than vanity.

Believe me, the truth is we're not honest, not the
people that we dream.
We're not as close as we could be.
Willing to grow but rains are shallow.
Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry
land, we will be.
Waiting for the light arisen to flood inside the
prison.
And in that time kind words alone will teach us, no
bitterness will reach us.
Reason will be guided another way.

All in time, but the clock is another demon that
devours our time in Eden, in our Paradise.
Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine?

Is there still time?
If we wake and discover in life a precious love, will
that waking become more heavenly?