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

(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?