Lirpa (lyrics by Josh Luckenbach)
Passing through the holy garden
treasuring this place –
the smell of the sacred flowers,
the color of her face.
Floating by on the wind;
the air itself can breathe.
The clouds seem all the same,
but these looks they can deceive.
Perfect places in pretty paintings
hide their secrets deep inside –
A revelation, a strange sensation
staring straight into the eyes.
Walking through the holy meadows
picturing that face.
And deep inside the lonesome shadows
there’s only empty space.
Perfect places in pretty paintings
hide their secrets deep inside –
A demonstration, an explanation
of a world that’s all a lie.
Perfect places in pretty paintings
hide their secrets deep inside –
A revelation, a strange sensation
staring straight into the eyes.
Perfect places in pretty paintings
hide their secrets deep inside –
A demonstration, an explanation
of a world that’s all a lie.
Smiling so comfortably,
leaving this memory –
They lock the door
and lose the key;
they shut the blinds
so none can see.
So leave it now –
let it be.
Leave the light
on to see.
Their victory
is our misery;
Our company,
stability.
Leave it now –
let it be.
Leave the light
on to see.
Cast out through the door that let me
inside to be safe from these thieves.
Cast out through the door that made me
holier than thee; now I will be free!
Staring at the cross again
Ashes tossed into the wind
Staring at the cross again
Staring at the cross again –
Passing through the holy garden
after it’s burned down.
Hidden beneath the graves and ashes,
what was lost was never found.