Lyrics:

Enya, in your language
Is there a word for anger
Or is it in your temple where you hide?
Enya, in your temple
Your flowers bloom like fire
But now your colour's faded and you're cold

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Hide in your inner circle (strength ain't muscle)
Whatever makes it better (hold on to your pride)
In time your pain will whither (fucked up and lost)
Hurt won't live forever

Enya, in your garden
All of your angels gather
Taking you into hiding under their wings
Enya, in your savior
Can you find hope for a future
Where all of your fears and anger
Won't cloud your way

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Enya, in your shelter
Is their a fire for comfort
Burning your inhibitions away

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