Black Flowers

Black Flowers - Kevin Morby

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 gonna be weather

I am

Writing

A song book

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

In 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 off the road

In the garden where we built a home

Once river they see they will know

And the black flowers grow all around

And the angels are died by sound

Now nothing will come of this now

For nothing can grow from the ground

And no one you know now will save us

Like no one we know would try

Like everything was is now over

Just as everything once has died

In the garden where we built a home

And all those we cared

The weblo with his tiny piano

The little wave who his singing soft

The druid with the cast iron hammer

With the Ivy the cruit and the law

In the garden where we built a home

It was dark inside the tower

In the garden where we built a home

Black flowers

Black flowers

Black flowers

Black flowers

Flowers

Black flowers

Black flowers

Black flowers

Black flowers