Safe in My Garden

Safe in my garden,
an ancient flower blooms,
and the scent from its nature
slowly squares my room,
and its perfume being such
that it's causing me to swoon.
Could it be we were hot wired:
late one night while very tired,
they stole our minds and
thought we'd never know it?
With a bottle in each hand--
too late to try to understand--
we don't care where it lands;
we just throw it.
Somebody, take us away,
somebody, take us away.
Safe in my garden,
an ancient flower blooms,
and the scent from its nature
slowly squares my room,
and its perfume being such
that it's causing me to swoon.
When you go out in the street,
so many hassles with the heat;
no one there can fill your desire.
Cops out with the megaphones,
telling people stay inside their homes--
man, can't they see the world's on fire?
Somebody, take us away,
somebody, take us away.
Safe in our garden,
an ancient flower blooms,
and the scent from its nature
slowly squares . . .
the world's on fire.
Take us away. Take us away.
--The Mamas and the Papas