Black Flowers

Oh, no

There it goes

There goes my head

There goes my

Head

Throw ten

On in

In the swear jar

In the swear

Jar

Outside

Storms cry

Inside now

Not much better, stormy weather

I am

Writing

A song book

On a mountain

In the garden where we built a home

Black flowers

In the stories, the lies that they wrote

Escape me

And the winged horses that we once rode

Have stopped breathing

In the garden where we built a home

Black flowers

One, two, three, four

La la la la, la la la la

La la la la, la la la la

La la la la, la la la la

La la la la, la la la la

In the garden where we built a home

And the stories, the lies that they wrote

And the winged horses that we once rode

Are all strung out and spun out, you know

In the garden where we built a home

And the roads that we built all corrode

In the garden where we built a home

Once river, a sea now or more

And the black flowers grow all around

And the angels who died in my sound

Now nothing will come of this now

For nothing can grow from the ground

And no one you know now will save us

Like no one we know would try

Like everything once is now over

Just as everything once has died

In the garden where we built a home

And all those we cared tip-toed

Though we go with this tiny piano

The willow with her singing song

The jeweler with the cast iron hammer

Or the ivy that grows in the lawn

In the garden where we built a home

It was dark inside the tower

In the garden where we built a home

Black flowers

Black flowers

Black flowers

Black flowers

Black flowers

Black flowers

Black flowers

Black flowers