Ivy Sole, Dev - Garden lyrics

I woke up amongst the leaves and
Made my way outside of Eden
As the wind forewarned of evening
Even light takes time to sleep
As the sun began to flicker, I asked Father
Why he formed them in his figure from
The dust beneath my feet and
Heaven opened up as if to answer
But this atmosphere's too thick for me
To capture explanations that he speaks
Like why have you forsaken your creation
Clipped my wings and leave me naked
Like these small impatient beasts
That you call man, but you named me son
Meanwhile, you give them choice but
You gave me none so I take it and run
To the nearest clearing where the
Shade comes from a tree
She sings to you but see, she's calling to me
She feels my fire were human
I tell her take this and eat
Yeah you seem weary, but really, if
It is peace that you seek
Then you don't need me
I'm cursed and forever rotten
In a bottomless pit but, you're part of me
Although you're part of his rib

If you give it time, you'll know
Everything that shines ain't gold
But heaven's in your mind & soul
But that's fine with me

They didn't mean to set me free
But the chains got sick of rusting, restless
Rungs and heaving lungs
My chest a walking drum the beat
Of sun on skin and dandelion, I left
The shackles in my mind behind
The forest floor beneath my feet
The clearing up ahead, must be as good as
Up above, this heaven hollowed like my heart
My inner tree i run like all creation
Hear the cadence of my
Muscles stretch and ache and call for refuge
I've been sleep
Next to man or next to beast, next
To god or next to master
All these creatures blessed with
Faster ways to flee
A stranger in the shadows, could be
Friend or could be furnace
Burning softly with exactly what I need
Anything but Adam
Every atom of my being set adrift
With the persistence of a dream
A compass pointing anywhere but paradise
A serpentine sonata willing to take the lead

I didn't ask for this
I'm soiled at the thought of
Growing old without my basilisk
Our love is spoiled by asterisks
And rotten apple remnants
In a garden where man fell only
To rise again like Lazareth
This atlas we made from borrowed
Bones and kingdoms overthrown
I shed my skin and hope with
You I make a home
But home is heaven, not this dirt we die on
This humble earth we lie on
This bare and battered skin we try on
That's what I'm made of
Playing clavicle a radical invention
Of whom I'm supposed to be afraid of
What are you afraid of? God
Is what you're made of
His hands are an extension of his
Brace that made to make love
So lets make love, so lets make love
So lets make love, lets make love