Now you find yourself In a state you don’t know is it madness is it health Through the ivy wall A hidden garden door In the centre of that garden there’s a well Sitting by the well By the canterbury bells In your face only the darkness of this hole
Now you find yourself In a state you don’t know should it start or should it end How long has it been since you’ve felt anything You’re feelings kept beneeth the meadows in the soil And you gaze like from elsewhere Into the halo of this void Is there a shimmer of hope left at the end?
