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 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 for me?