歌词
A garden grows
Over your bones
Buried in the backyard
As if new skin
Of leaf rakes
And rattlesnakes
We make a beautiful pile
Of leaves
I'm the last to
Know what I'm saying
I have forgotten
More than I've learned
I am an idiot
Right man, idiot
It is said with
An embarrassing
Sincerity
No one unloved
No one unloved
No one unloved
No one unloved
No one unloved!