_-The Garden-_

Based off: The Garden. By The Crane Wives.

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
Whoa, 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