Garden Of Eden - Paula Cole

Here I am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent. 
I simply watch, your little life from high above. 
Wanting to call you, wanting to sing, 
Inside your ears and lips and eyes and soul, 
I dig my grave, behind the gates of Babylon. 

There's a Garden of Eden 
In your distant heart, 
Garden of Eden 
In your earthly arms. 

Here I stand, a serpent queen of the garden. 
I'm beckoning, but you ignore my siren song. 
Oh I long, to touch you, to step inside your sacred gate. 
I'll dig my grave in the middle of golden bible snake. 

There's a Garden of Eden 
In your distant heart, 
Garden of Eden 
In your earthly arms.

The black-eyed bird is dying, 
The queen is dead,
She'll never step foot in Eden. 

There's a Garden of Eden 
In your distant heart, 
Garden of Eden 
In your earthly arms.