The Garden Lyrics - The Crane Wives

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've 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 bloodstained clothes. 

My darling, the devil knows my name 

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 

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