Black Garden

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire) Glory glory, hallelujah Our truth comes marching on Swing, swing There's a little part of me There's a little part of you Remember the feeling Of a frozen embryo There's a bigger part of me There's a bigger part of you Remember the place where You don't want to go Welcome into your own black garden It's full of life but it's still too frightening Can't open my eyes this whiteness blinds All this whiteness blinds Watch the swallows cloud the sky Watch the swallows slowly die I used to throw stones But now I have none Watch the swallows cloud the sky Watch the swallows slowly die I used to throw stones But now I have none Waiting to be bread in the black garden Waiting to be muted and then chosen White trash you're a swinger Ugly to the end Ugly to the end Swing, swing (Excerpt taken from the song 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic') (c) 1996 Sony Music Publishing Ltd.