Among the roses of this garden
Just a distant point
To be sitting on the edge of a volcano
But waving at you from above with my hand
And instead I'm lying down
Burning hot like the pesto tagliolino I ate
And I'm staying here, stretched out
On the cobblestones a little while longer
But sooner or later I'll get going again
To fall asleep on a Tibetan glacier
But with a smile slowly spreading
Like De Niro, but more Indian
And instead I'm lying down
Breathless, wrecked like the bed where you just left me
Desperate for a little while longer
But sooner or later I'll get going again
And I'll climb, I'll climb
Among the roses of this garden
And I'll climb, I'll climb
Just a distant memory
And I'll climb, I'll climb
Among the roses of this garden
And I'll climb, I'll climb
And slowly climb back up through the roses
And I'd take in my hands
Your hands and I'd tell you
'My love, deep down there's nothing to do over'
Any further down than this
There's only digging left
You need a power winch
And I'll climb, I'll climb
Among the roses of this garden
And I'll climb, I'll climb
Just a distant memory
I don't really know when yet
But by trying and trying again