see where i've been a vibrant garden, it all stands still this coloured scene. hurtle through the sky, some summer day five hundred miles per hour, so they say. a garden has some mystery, a latent threat, a body buried somewhere, no regrets. a virus, all invisible has murdered peace of mind. estranging friend from friend, who could not stand comfortably close, to share those all important confidences social creatures mad monkeys in a riot, how can the centre hold, it's never quiet. see where i've been a vibrant garden, it all stands still this coloured scene.