Woah, woah, woah, woah Ah, ah, woah Roses in the bush Cut down at the garden's gate It was too late So much has fallen Sound the broken bells The priestess amongst us heeds Bring in the seeds A garden must grow Woah, woah It has been said By the lights of the living and the dead Make your bed Even sinners go to drink the wine Break the bread Woah Prisoners of the king Are promised their freedom for Planting a score of infantry vines From the bowing earth Uprises the weeds of war Caving the floor A renaissance born Woah, woah, woah It has been said By the lights of the living and the dead Make your bed Even sinners go to drink the wine Break the bread Woah Woah, it has been said Yeah, make up your bed Woah, lay down your head Woah