Garden of Eden Songtext

von Happy Hands Club

How I hate
Loving this selft-pity
Can't balme you
You got to leave the city
Fear and doubt
If I could
I would send
A card to the garden

I can't help
Feeling a bit forgotten
I know I'm not
Still I'm the one who's calling
Whilie I sleep
Milse away from Sweden
Laughs and smiles
She sheres with them
In the garden of eden

I'm begging you pardon