IMPORTANT:
We have an Edvard Munch reference in the title and lyrics.
In the garden where the roses steal my prime
I am walking though the rain is pouring down
I am making me a bed of flowers
I'll be lying here and sleep forever
Until I'm gone
But it's too late to return to the meadow
From my rotting body flowers shall grow
In the graveyard where the flowers are left to die
I am lying down though I never realized
That I was the best of all the flowers
And my prime it wasn't gone forever
I'm good enough
But it's too late to return to the meadow
From my rotting body flowers shall grow
And I am in them and that is eternity
I thought I would be free
I thought I would be free
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Chamber Secrets
PoetryWe are a dark neoclassical, chamber cabaret inspired duo from Denmark. These are the lyrics that I have written for our project. Each chapter is a new song. Please go follow us on or instagram: chambersecrets.music or youtube: chambersecrets
