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
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 My darling, the devil knows my name
 Whoa, oh
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 Lay me down
 Pour the dirt into our bed
 
 Tell the crows
 They can have their pound of flesh
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 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
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 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?