used to be mine

the lion and lamb once slept between the roses

and god and man once walked beneath the pine

my heart once felt the joy of consummation

when i was called my father's holy prize

but in the garden

ooh ooh

we used to stay out all night

in the garden

ooh ooh

we used to laugh for days and days and days

in the garden

ooh ooh

we never needed to hide

'cause in the garden

ooh ooh

you used to be mine

you used to be mine

the thorns dug in my heels have got me bleeding

each breath

the draining sand of numbered days

yeah

my rebel heart is crying for salvation

come save me from my wayward spirit's grave

but in the garden

ooh ooh

we used to stay out all night

in the garden

ooh ooh

we used to laugh for days and days and days

in the garden

ooh ooh

we never needed to hide

'cause in the garden

ooh ooh

you used to be mine

you used to be mine

used to be mine

used to be mine

used to be mine

in my dying days

a light met my hearts waning

a voice calling like thunder through the dust

when lifted to his lips the cup of breaking

the father turns away from his own son

but in death

the earth was shaken from its spinning

a hand reached out to save me from the waves

and my stone heart was pulled out of my body

and by grace a garden grew up in its place

yeah

by grace a garden grew up in its place