Every night when the sun goes down A cool air with calm surroundsA silent garden in which can be found A tree of loveEvery night you can find me there Sweating palms and matted hairAnd drops of blood, darkness and everywhere Under the tree of loveAnd you can hear them Whisper rhythm under the tree of loveAnd you can see them Under the tree of loveAnd we'll be found Every satan, every sinnerAs they're for the desert ground For the fruit that falls each nightFrom the tree of loveSome nights there are many there And murmurs fill the desert airAnswer to you is trying to make up air Under the tree of loveOn and on as the darkness falls The whisper sounds of the searchers callA head within and without the walls Around the tree of loveAnd you can hear them Talking under the tree of loveAnd you can see them Under the tree of loveAnd we'll be found Every hero, every heroAs they search the desert ground For the fruit that falls each nightFrom the tree of loveFrom the tree of loveEach night before the end I find myself under the tree againThe branches break as the bones they bend Under the tree of loveAnd you can hear them Shout to you under the tree of loveAnd you can see them Under the tree of loveAnd we'll be found Every satan, every sinnerAs they're for the desert ground For the fruit that falls each nightFrom the tree of loveThey search the ground For the fruit that falls each nightFrom the tree of loveThey're on the ground For the fruit that falls each nightFrom the tree of loveUnder the tree of love You will find me waitingUnder the tree of love You can see them searchingTree of loveUnder the tree of love