The Perfumed Garden of Gulliver Smith Songtext
von Marc Almond

I′m walking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith
He said that I count candles waving faintly
We're always laughing at him
Because he was so unattractive
And so sadly hating things
He saw there was no more [?]
Pleasant touch [?] and he sees


I′m sadly smiling to his friends [?]
Whose enemies would always lend
A kind of mark, a kiss to spark
A key to enter in the dark
A hidding place,
A place to make a paradise to forsake
All your cares, no, no, stairway people
And I dare you... while in a dream [?]

I'm talking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith
He said that I was right and you were wrong
To play upon the Chinese Gong
And as I look to my dismay
The night time faded into day
Proclaim sacrifice
Killing all that was na-na-na na-na-nice
Turning round with insane cries