Hanging Gardens

Hanging Gardens
A hazy horizon is closing
The curtain to our perfect stage
How I stumbled twisted slightly
Atrociously
The world is landing at my feet

Who all of the faces could it be
Where all of the places should it be
Laughing and coughing
Coughing and laughing
In the hanging gardens
Of Semiramis
A hazy horizon is closing
The curtain to our perfect stage
I stumbled twisted slightly
Atrociously
The world is landing at my feet
Who all of the faces could it be
Where all of the places should it be
Laughing and coughing
Coughing and laughing
In the hanging gardens
Of Semiramis