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 color's 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 pain will wither
(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 saviour
Can you find hope for a future
Where all your fears and anger
Won't cloud your way

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