[00:10.05]Oh no
[00:12.16]There goes
[00:14.20]There goes my head
[00:16.35]There goes my head
[00:27.89]Throw ten on in
[00:32.18]In the swear jar
[00:34.79]In the swear jar
[00:45.82]Outside storms cry
[00:50.08]Inside now not much better stormy weather
[01:03.80]I am writing a songbook on a mountain
[01:20.52]In the garden where we built a home
[01:25.60]Black flowers
[01:30.24]In the stories, the lies that they wrote
[01:34.69]Escape me
[01:38.84]And the winged horses that we once rode
[01:43.40]Have stopped breathing
[01:48.32]In the garden where we built a home
[01:52.80]Black flowers
[01:55.83]One, two, three, four
[02:51.36]In the garden where we built a home
[02:55.32]And the stories, the lies that they wrote
[02:59.70]And the winged horses that we once rode
[03:04.01]Are all strung out and spun out, you know
[03:08.48]In the garden where we built a home
[03:12.89]And the roads that we built all corrode
[03:17.43]In the garden where we built a home
[03:21.59]Once a river, a sea now a moat
[03:26.24]And the black flowers grow all around
[03:30.55]And the angels who died in our sound
[03:34.85]Now nothing will come of this now
[03:39.32]For nothing can grow from this ground
[03:43.79]And no one we know now will save us
[03:48.31]Like no one we know would try
[03:52.73]Like everything once is now over
[03:56.72]Just as everything once has died
[04:01.15]In the garden where we built a home
[04:05.50]And all those we catch in tow
[04:10.04]The weeper with his tiny piano
[04:14.53]The willow with her singing saw
[04:18.74]The jeweler with her cast iron hammer
[04:23.34]Oh the ivy, the crows and the law
[04:27.73]In the garden where we built a home
[04:32.38]All is dark inside the tower
[04:36.80]In the garden where we built a home
[04:41.00]Black flowers
[04:45.04]Black flowers
[04:50.09]Black flowers
[04:54.01]Black flowers
[05:03.00]Black flowers
[05:07.01]Black flowers
[05:11.09]Black flowers
[05:16.09]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 songbook 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
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, you know
In the garden where we 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 moat
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 this ground
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 catch 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 is 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