
Date of issue: 01.04.2016
Song language: English
The Garden |
Tear it down, tear it down around my head |
I need you to bury this beneath my bed |
The crows in the garden are laughing at my expense |
Drowning out all the lies that I might have told instead |
My stone, my shield, my steady hand |
Hold your light to the darkness in my head |
Put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat |
Give me something pretty to wear beneath my blood-stained clothes |
My darling, the devil knows my name |
(Oh…) |
Lay me down, pour the dirt into our bed |
Tell the crows they can have their pound of flesh |
The ghosts at the window echo all our quiet prayers |
When they come for us, they’ll come with hammers and nails |
My darling, the devil knows my name |
My name |
My name |
Get on your knees and dig up the garden |
Won’t you throw down that spade and |
Dig up the garden, darling? |
Get your hands dirty and rip up the garden |
Won’t you cut down that apple tree for me? |