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