Garden of Our Insecurities by Jason Pieroni Lyrics
Words, the captivating lines in our own heads;
Reflections changing with the setting sun;
I gaze into your eyes to understand the man I am
Enchanting me toward everything you see
Among us are the trees; our evergreens
I am just a man who is confused to his position
In the flowing breeze; my soul to bleed;
Tell me how to see, believe
That memories are meant to be
The link between my thoughts and your eyes-
In the garden of our insecurities
I create these stories right before we meet
Imagining a scenery where you and I are free to be;
Traversing peaks below the creeks
My hands caress your flowing hair
Behind my eyes, I'm truly scared
Like light has flashed before my very eyes
I realize these tales are lies I tell myself
To believe I have a chance in this world
If I were able to convince myself to try
Approaching you with passion
Bottled up in secret fashions
I would surely walk away
With the intent to find a way
To make my fantasies realities
I am just a man who is confused to his position
In the flowing breeze; my soul to bleed;
Tell me how to see, believe
That memories are meant to be
The link between my thoughts and your eyes-
In the garden of our insecurities...
In the garden of our insecurities...
[humming]
Reflections changing with the setting sun;
I gaze into your eyes to understand the man I am
Enchanting me toward everything you see
Among us are the trees; our evergreens
I am just a man who is confused to his position
In the flowing breeze; my soul to bleed;
Tell me how to see, believe
That memories are meant to be
The link between my thoughts and your eyes-
In the garden of our insecurities
I create these stories right before we meet
Imagining a scenery where you and I are free to be;
Traversing peaks below the creeks
My hands caress your flowing hair
Behind my eyes, I'm truly scared
Like light has flashed before my very eyes
I realize these tales are lies I tell myself
To believe I have a chance in this world
If I were able to convince myself to try
Approaching you with passion
Bottled up in secret fashions
I would surely walk away
With the intent to find a way
To make my fantasies realities
I am just a man who is confused to his position
In the flowing breeze; my soul to bleed;
Tell me how to see, believe
That memories are meant to be
The link between my thoughts and your eyes-
In the garden of our insecurities...
In the garden of our insecurities...
[humming]