Black Flowers

Oh, no, there 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 In 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 off the road In the garden where we built a home Once river they see, they will know And the black flowers grow all around And the angels are died by 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 kept in tow The weblo with his tiny piano The little wave who his singing soft The druid with the cast iron hammer With the ivy, the cruit and the law 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 Black flowers