if you’re so passionate my lover could you wash a dirty knife and though the gardens never empty we can fill it with out time and so passionately lover can we wait until til the night i know darkness never shows much we can bring the truth to light that if we go and touch the ground we can plant another crime i can wash the dirty sheets if you keep an open mind and the snake slips out my temper isn’t mine left to control i just get so wrapped up in the weeds that i can’t help but to control this i’m just passionate my lover i knew that it was wrong but you stay and you had sung me all the words to all my songs i’ve never had nothing like this before nothing as passionate my lover but who are we to judge the gardens never empty they fill it with their stares we can dance the way we want to when nobody but us cares how long we have it’s a passion that unfolds us into all our broke halves passionate my lover passion doesn’t sleep i can plant the garden if you can hold the seed don’t let it rot or wonder too long it might make its way into a passionate pain that we never can escape but still it’s passionate my lover i love it all the same i know its wrong to say but they you go and sing all the words to all my songs it’s a beautiful shame