This is a garden   This is a steeple   I hear the crowd before I ever see the people   Yours for the asking   And for the taking   There is a power in the vacuum we are making      You and I have a secret world   And we can keep it unfurled   And pay no attention to the cradle or the grave      And when we’re crossed   We can say that we’re lost   In the middle of nowhere they can like it or not   And if we’re wrong and we end up alone   Well light a candle for their innocent bones      You and I have a secret world   And we can keep it unfurled   And pay no attention to the cradle or the grave      And when we’re crossed   We can say that we’re lost   In the middle of nowhere they can like it or not   And if we’re wrong and we end up alone   Well light a candle for their innocent bones