Age Of Electric - Enya lyrics

Enya, In your language is there a word for anger Or is it in your temple where you hide? Enya, In your temple you flowers bloom like fire But now your colours faded and you're cold Hide in your inner circle, Strength ain't muscle Whatever makes it better, Hold onto your pride In time your faith will wither, f**ed up and gone Hurt won't live forever Enya, In your garden all of your angels gather Taking you into hiding, Under their wings Enya, In your saviour can you find hope for future Where all fears and angers won't cloud your way Enya, In your shelter, Is there a fire for comfort Burning your inhibitions away