Intro: verse 1 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 verse 2 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 Instrumental Break verse 3 In the garden where we built a home And the stories, the lies that they wrote And the winged horses that we once rode Are all strung out and spun out y'know In the garden where built a home And the roads that we built all corrode In the garden where we built a home Once a river, a sea now a mote verse 4 And the black flowers grow all around And the angels who died in our sound Now nothing will come of this now For nothing can grow from the ground Verse 5 And no one we 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 weeper with his tiny piano The willow with her singing saw The jeweler with her cast iron hammer Oh, the ivy, the crows, and the law In the garden where we built a home All's dark inside the tower In the garden where we built a home Black flowers Outro Black flowers Black flowers Black flowers Black flowers Black flowers Black flowers Black flowers