Eden - NoMBe, Geneva White

Love, is it too late to let you in?

Trade all your love for sin

I’m ready to repent

Take, if all requests are genuine

Take me back and hand me wings

Just like a cherubim

And as you push me away

Forget how I used to pray

Love, we’re far from Eden

But I like it, truth be told

Babe, I’m such a heathen

In just the right way

There’s room to grow

Love, is it too late for us to mend?

I treated sermons like a prank

Guess I could stay for a drink?

Oooh I take another pill

Cause I love the way it feels

But there ain’t nothing like the real thing

And as you push me away

Forget how I used to say

Love, we’re far from Eden

But I like it, truth be told

Babe, I’m such a heathen

In just the right way

There’s room to grow

No, it’s not enough