I think back to the Garden's first days, And the reason that a woman was made, And believe it was an "up above" gesture to say: So long Emptiness, hello Sweet Grace. But it seems the words have changed And all their meanings have faded away— But, when I say, I love you, I mean it the same way as it was made. Cause you and I want nothing to do With the constant bending that sorrow brings. No, you and I want nothing to do But lover things. So, let's forget about the failed love we see And how the world is a brand new machine That drags the lovers through the mud And all other things that are so far from you and me. Cause you and I want nothing to do With the constant bending that sorrow brings. No, you and I want nothing to do But lover things. Oh, it seems the words have changed And all their meanings have faded away— But, when I say, I love you, I mean it the same way as it was made. Cause you and I want nothing to do With the constant bending that sorrow brings. No, you and I want nothing to do But lover things.