This ain't a garden
Pretty are the flowers
How gorgeous the green, green grass
She holds her heart
He keeps on killing time
His eyes don't take
Figuring the lies and he ages somehow
This ain't a service
But dark is the pit
Heavy the stones in the dirt
They hold chains that keep on falling
Places that we shouldn't be
Believe me, you could never be me
Never be me
No one's standing tall
Home is the fall
As the hall grows small
The earth that is filled keeps steady with the ground we walk
How much longer a mother keep her faith?
Both her hands are filled with more than she gave
All the tears falling from her face
River flows around her eyes as she waits
No one's standing tall
And home is the fall
As the hall grows small
The blood that was spilt, we'll never know all that well