In the House with Garden just recycled stuff
There will be no phone and there will be no sin
We'll talk to the Wind, the Earth, the Trees
We'll change every obstacle into songs to sing
In the house with garden we will fall and rise
In the middle of fields with your bike
With blood on your knees you'll remind how modern times
Offered us anxieties and addictions of all that kind
And we won't chase the Time
There will be nothing to prove or unkind
Our strange memories will flow away
In the House with Garden everything will grow
Don't ask me why, 'cause everybody know
Our holes are close to fill
And we'll pull out the light
We can start by now
All we need is the will