In The Garden

At the bottom of a pool
There lies a mirror
And overhead a white mist burns
In this garden made of silver
Begins the story I was told

At the edge of the water
Stood a woman
Asked me what I’d like to see
If I were brave enough, the future
Of what is and what will be
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, hey
Hey, hey

It’s in my head
It’s curious
I reach my hands down
Towards the surface
Another world, another dream
Lying somewhere in between

As the wind relieves the mist
There ends the storm
Carrying the grey
Washing over me
Washing over me again

Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na