Gethsemane Garden

We were so innocent lately You asked me if you were who Betrayed your light I whispered "You said" sedately and Let you go on the darkest night I'm not dead Not falling from the saddle Understand The way it does matter There's no way To hold the crushed and bruised candle Don't come back To Gethsemane Garden never again You took my bread from the table Filled your glass with wine And felt some bliss Bethought of Cain and Abel then You gave me a poisoned Judas Kiss. I'm not dead Not falling from the saddle Understand The way it does matter There's no way To hold the crushed and bruised candle Don't come back To Gethsemane Garden never again Again, I believe when you're closing the door Please let me feel all this pain anymore (I'm on the ground) I'm not dead Not falling from the saddle Understand The way it does matter There's no way To hold the crushed and bruised candle Don't come back To Gethsemane Garden never again I'm not dead Not falling from the saddle Understand The way it does matter There's no way To hold the crushed and bruised candle Don't come back To Gethsemane Garden never again