Dead Flowers The Garden
You might not like the look of my friend or the excuses you will hear her give hollow eyes and terrible skin would work if only she could fit in her and her boy like to lie under the calm of the eastern moon yeah her and her boy like to ride upon a needle, needle and spoon She's in the garden now and I run with it I run with it yeah a pretty garden made in mind and when she's cut she's cut and I run with it I run with it yeah when she's in the garden she's alright So you're finally here you look more dead than you do alive the reasons obviously clear but i wonder if you question why their bodies are well educated on the poppies that keep then thin their love for each other is stated more than others could, more than others think She's in the garden now and I run with it I run with it yeah a pretty garden made in mind and when she's cut she's cut and I run with it I run with it yeah when she's in the garden she's alright