Kevin Morby - Black flowers

^AOh, no! There goes, t^F#mhere goes my head ^AThere goes my h^Eead ^{A A}Throw ten on in, in the swear jar ^AIn the swear jar ^AOutside storms cry, ^F#minside now ^DNot much better, stormy weather^{A A}I am writing a song book on a mountain

^EIn the garden where we built a ^Dhome ^ABlack flowers ^EIn the stories, the lies that ^Dthey wrote ^AEscape me ^EAnd the winged horses that we once ^Drode Have ^Astopped breathing ^EIn the garden where we built ^Da home ^ABlack flowers ^AOne, two, three, four

^DIn the garden where we built a^A home And the st^Dories, the lies that they ^Awrote ^DAnd the winged horses that we once^A rode ^DAre all strung out and spun out ^Ay'know

^DIn the garden where built a^A home ^DAnd the roads that we built all ^Acorrode ^DIn the garden where we built a^A home ^DOnce a river, a sea now a ^Amote

^DAnd the black flowers grow all^A around ^DAnd the angels who died in our^A sound ^DNow nothing will come of this^A now ^DFor nothing can grow from the ^Aground

^DAnd no one we know now will s^Aave us ^DLike no one we know wo^Auld try ^DLike everything once is now ^Aover ^DJust as everything once has^A died

^DIn the garden where we built a^A home ^DAnd all those we kept in ^Atow ^DThe weeper with his tiny ^Apiano ^DThe willow with her singing ^Asaw ^DThe jeweler with her cast iron h^Aammer ^DOh, the ivy, the crows, and the ^Alaw

^DIn the garden where we built a ^Ahome ^DAll's dark inside the t^Aower ^DIn the garden where we built a ^Ahome ^DBlack flowers ^A

^DBlack ^Aflowers ^DBlack ^Aflowers ^DBlack ^Aflowers ^DBlack ^Aflowers ^DBlack ^Aflowers ^DBlack ^Aflowers ^DBlack ^Aflowers