This is the myth that grows in the garden
On the land below the heavens
Where plants yield and fruit trees seed
With everything you want and everything you need
This is the truth that a beckons and boils
Surrounds and serves this dusty soil
It withers and winds past your door
Feeds the garden and divides into four
But everything is going to be fine
I brought my own sun to shine
This is the real that lives and breathes
Stalks the land and sails the seas
Void of the naked truth it shrouds its shame
In the toxic waste and the acid rain
But everything is going to be fine
I brought my own sun to shine
An eagle dances to five trumpet sounds
Star by his side and a key on his hand
To open up the ground the gates and the garden
And pour in the wrath of the deadly seven
But everything is going to be fine
I brought my own sun to shine
Yes everything is going to be fine
I brought my own sun to shine
