Gardenhead.
There are beads that wrap around your knees That crackle into the dark Like a walk in the park like a hole in your head Like the feeling you get when you realize you're dead this time We ride rollercoasters into the ocean We feel no emotion as we spiral down to the world And I guess it's worth your time Because there's some lives you live And some you leave behind It gets hard to explain The gardenhead knows my name Leave me alone for you know this isn't the first time In fact, this is twice in a row That the angels have slipped through our landslide And filled up our garden with snow And I don't wish to taste of your insides Or to call out your name through my phone For the glory boys at your bedside will love you as long as you're something to own Follow me through a city of frost-covered angels I swear I have nothing to prove I just want to dance in your tangles To give me some reason to move But to take on the world at all angles Requires a ...