You might not like the look of my friend

or the excuses you will hear her give

hollow eyes and terrible skin would work if only she could fit in

her and her boy like to lie under the calm of the eastern moon

yeah her and her boy like to ride upon a needle, needle and spoon

She's in the garden now and I run with it I run with it yeah

a pretty garden made in mind

and when she's cut she's cut and I run with it I run with it yeah

when she's in the garden she's alright

So you're finally here you look more dead than you do alive

the reasons obviously clear but i wonder if you question why

their bodies are well educated on the poppies that keep then thin

their love for each other is stated more than others could,

more than others think

She's in the garden now and I run with it I run with it yeah

a pretty garden made in mind

and when she's cut she's cut and I run with it I run with it yeah

when she's in the garden she's alright