voice uncovers, reveals your hidden secrets My songs, they spellbind and brainwash feeble minds On and on I traveled lonesome roads In the savage garden
owl And no one ever writes back You're keeping secrets from me Secrets from your friend And it's 4-5-6, I'm sunk under my cupboard Singing this song
long as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm, he said "I beg your pardon but this is my secret garden
secret I cannot fail, I rock bells On the Ho Chi Minh trail to the song of the nightingale Any artist can turn a garden to a desert But can he turn a
flag and laugh This town, as ugly as sin Hidden from our secret garden We make it up as we go along Sometimes it turns into a song--this song (Chorus)
From Alabama: What band being you playing in? Aynsley: I played in a blues band. Guy From Alabama: Blues band, so do I! Aynsley: Blues. Guy From Alabama: Blues! Aynsley: Blues avant-garde
favorite pillows with your favorite list of children and the wall where you drew windows overlooking tiny gardens cut in two by jagged mountains and the secret
from the next man We're all mannequins, understand? I can't drive two blocks without seeing the cops I can't listen to a song and not hear about rocks
Waiting here A Heart Full of Love (Marius goes into the garden, leaving Eponine outside the gate) MARIUS A heart full of love A heart full of song