| I came to be here in the garden | 
| I came to walk alone | 
| To hear the quiet conversation | 
| Between my footsteps and the stone | 
| I came to find some self-acceptance | 
| I came searching for my truth | 
| But something’s telling me to go where | 
| It’s far too dark to look | 
| Oh, I can see you Mara | 
| I see you standing there | 
| You’re with me in the dark | 
| I hear you questions in the air | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? | 
| You have come here in the silence, uh | 
| In the breath between the ring | 
| The storm distorts the garden’s beauty | 
| And leaves me wondering again | 
| Distracting you is not the answer | 
| If the question you relay | 
| Is not how to design something | 
| But why build it anyway? | 
| Oh, I can see you Mara | 
| I see you standing there | 
| You’re with me in the dark | 
| Your questions working through air | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? | 
| Have you come here weak and hungry | 
| To feed upon the scraps? | 
| Do you sit patient in the bushes | 
| Waiting to attack? | 
| But I won’t stop my feet in anger, no | 
| Or beat upon my chest | 
| Instead I ask that you allow me | 
| To talk with you instead | 
| Oh, I can see you Mara | 
| I see you standing there | 
| You’re with me in the dark | 
| Your questions working through air | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? | 
| Oh, Mara, why do you stand there? |