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Let's Go Back




Let's go back to the garden of Eden
Take me to the serpent and I will explain to him,
it's not going to work out quite the way he thinks.

I'll wind him round my wrist and we'll sit in the shade
while we take a minute to contemplate
what it means to be fallen and the nature of damnation
Surrounded, oh the irony, by the Lord's good creation
I’ll say, Do you really want to ask her?
and he'll have to reply, What else can I do at this point?

Lions and lambs circling warily
Cain and Abel nap in the shade of a tree
Children of a fault they can’t even name
Everybody thinks his parents are to blame

Hey Eve, I would say, think about tomorrow
The world is wide and the gates are crumbling
Beyond Eden's borders is a great grey sea,
the headstrong desert of empty temporality.

Mr. Adam, how's it going, think about tomorrow
When history’s your future I guess you can’t know
what everybody else has already discovered
the past is a virtue you can never recover.

The legends aren't even halfway begun yet
Already the ending’s being set
in stone.
How young you both are, fresh and naïve,
What did you think it took to believe,
in God?

Let's go back to the garden of Eden
I will walk in the vineyard with the Lord.
I’ll hide in the shadows ‘til He asks why I've gone,
so I can tell him I'm ashamed of where we went wrong.

If He says, please elaborate, I'll say what do you mean
Isn't it plain, here's paradise, or so it would seem
Eve wants to go dancing, Adam hogs the remote
The serpent’s speech is delivered by rote
And you're not even remotely satisfied yet
with our sacrifices.

So we'll say goodbye in the red-light sunset
and I'll think about a lady who isn't even born yet
They will call her Mary and Mother of God
Eve's long-future daughter whom she hasn't even thought of

Eve will take the apple; there is nothing I can do
Would I change it even if I knew I wanted to?
I'll take her by the hand, I'll give her a hug
We've all been there, honey, don't worry too much.
Shame is addicting, an emotional drug
Take it with pride, and you will wind up
here again.

Gardens are sweet; apples are sweeter
Retrospection is what adds the bitter
Even in Eden, roses had thorns
Anticipated moment when shame was born

Still destiny does not absolve our sins
Cannot justify this means to the ever-present end
But can we really blame them, what would you have done?
Some say they lost, but maybe they won.
It was not given us to know the strength of lies,
Deceived by dreams in the heart of paradise;
The garden grave where choices go to die.

Hey Mr. Serpent, where you going, can I follow?
Snakes can't cry but your voice is hollow
Do you miss heaven, envy these children?
Are we fallen? Sure we’re sorry
Is that the nature of wisdom?
The wind is silent, but so convincing…

Who am I kidding? snakes can’t talk.
This forest isn't Eden and my time is up.
Packing to leave and the games are through
The past is a mystery we can't undo.
I’m done, I’m overthrown; can’t
figure out Eden, so I’ll just go home.
Snake-less, wind-less,
Alone.