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’re 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 think you’ll like it a lot And if we’re wrong… and we end up alone We’ll 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… Someone’s knockin’ on the door… Somebody’s ringing the bell… ########################### Time has past and they are the same! Tears For Fears forever!