the lion and lamb once slept between the roses
God and man once walked beneath the pine
and my heart once felt the joy of consumation
when I was called my father's holy prize
but in the garden,
ohh oh we used to stay out all night
in the garden
ohh oh we used to laugh for days and days and days
in the garden
ohh oh we never needed to hide
cause in the garden
ooh oh you used to be mine
you used to be mine
the thorns dug in my heels, got me bleeding,
each breath the draining sand of numbered days
and my rebel heart is crying for salvation
to come save me from my wayward spirit's grave
but in the garden
ooh oh we used to stay out all night
in the garden
ooh oh we used to laugh for days and days and days
in the garden
ooh oh we never needed to hide
cause in the garden
ooh oh, you used to be mine
you used to be mine
used to be mine
used to be mine
used to be mine
in my dying days a light met my hearts waning
a voice calling like thunder through the dust
when lifted to his lips the cup of breaking
the Father turned away from his own son
but in death the earth was shaken from its spinning
a hand reached out to save me from the waves
and my stone heart was pulled out of my body
and by grace a garden grew up in its place
yes by grace a garden grew up in its place