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.