In the Garden
I'm in the garden, digging a hole
Draped over my shovel, stuck out in the cold
Looking at lightbulbs with rose colored glasses
Knocked on my back, now I'm back in my role
Dew on the web that the spider spins
Freeze to frost, then gone again
I'm in love with the way you walk
Will o' the wisp, tuck me in
And you run on your inhibitions
Makin a movie, makin a star
A washed up cartoonist, massaging his heart
Looking at lightbulbs with rose colored glasses
A half-assed attempt at a flame in the dark
Two hundred thousand-fingered bony hands burst from the grass
Reaching for the sky
And underneath them lay the golden-brown gravestones of the fall
Blown by winter's sigh
Recovering from a shot down life, and all your friends
Took the wrong advice
Now he's hunted through the night, by priests and policeman
Yeah he's out of fight
And you run on your inhibitions
Time and time again
Time and time again
Time and time again
I'm in the garden, chewing on ice
Tryin to make up a new sacrifice
Lookin at lightbulbs with rose colored glasses
I'm gonna get my head out the vice
I'm gonna get my head out the vise
Draped over my shovel, stuck out in the cold
Looking at lightbulbs with rose colored glasses
Knocked on my back, now I'm back in my role
Dew on the web that the spider spins
Freeze to frost, then gone again
I'm in love with the way you walk
Will o' the wisp, tuck me in
And you run on your inhibitions
Makin a movie, makin a star
A washed up cartoonist, massaging his heart
Looking at lightbulbs with rose colored glasses
A half-assed attempt at a flame in the dark
Two hundred thousand-fingered bony hands burst from the grass
Reaching for the sky
And underneath them lay the golden-brown gravestones of the fall
Blown by winter's sigh
Recovering from a shot down life, and all your friends
Took the wrong advice
Now he's hunted through the night, by priests and policeman
Yeah he's out of fight
And you run on your inhibitions
Time and time again
Time and time again
Time and time again
I'm in the garden, chewing on ice
Tryin to make up a new sacrifice
Lookin at lightbulbs with rose colored glasses
I'm gonna get my head out the vice
I'm gonna get my head out the vise
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Writer(s): Oscar H Montgomery
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