Give me your hand,
The dog the garden runs.
He’s covered in mud,
Dragging your mother’s gown.
Cinder and smoke,
The snake in the basement cries.
The juniper shades,
The farmhouse is burning down.
Give me your hand,
The dog the garden runs.
He’s covered in mud,
Dragging your mother’s gown.
Cinder and smoke,
The snake in the basement cries.
The juniper shades,
The farmhouse is burning down.
