This is a garden this is a steeple. I hear the crowd before I ever see the people. Yours for the asking and for the taking. There is a power in the vacuum we are making. You and I have a secret world. And we can keep it unfurled. And pay no attention to the cradle or the grave. And when we're crossed. We can say that we're lost. In the middle of nowhere they can like it or not. And if we're wrong and we end up alone. We'll light a candle for their innocent bones. You and I have a secret world. And we can keep it unfurled. And pay no attention to the cradle or the grave. "Someone's knockin' at the door. Somebody's ringin' the bell. Someone's knockin' at the door. Somebody's ringin' the bell". You and I have a secret world. And we can keep it unfurled. And pay no attention to the cradle or the grave. And when we're crossed. We can say that we're lost. In the middle of nowhere they can like it or not. And if we're wrong and we end up alone. We'll light a candle for their innocent bones. You and I have a secret world. And we can keep it unfurled. And pay no attention to the cradle or the grave. And when we're crossed. We can say that we're lost. In the middle of nowhere they can like it or not. And if we're wrong and we end up alone. We'll light a candle for their innocent bones