Intro: A 

verse 1 
A 
Oh, no! 
             F#m 
There goes, there goes my head 
A              E    A 
There goes my head 
A 
Throw ten on in, in the swear jar 
A 
In the swear jar 
A                   F#m 
Outside storms cry, inside now 
D                              A 
Not much better, stormy weather 
A 
I am writing a song book on a mountain 

verse 2 
E                              D 
In the garden where we built a home 
A 
Black flowers 
E                             D 
In the stories, the lies that they wrote 
A 
Escape me 
E                                  D 
And the winged horses that we once rode 
     A 
Have stopped breathing 
E                            D 
In the garden where we built a home 
A 
Black flowers 
A 
One, two, three, four 

Instrumental Break 
A  E  D  A  E  D  A 

verse 3 
D                             A 
In the garden where we built a home 
          D                         A 
And the stories, the lies that they wrote 
D                                 A 
And the winged horses that we once rode 
D                               A 
Are all strung out and spun out y'know 


[Refrão]
D                          A 
In the garden where built a home 
D                               A 
And the roads that we built all corrode 
D                             A 
In the garden where we built a home 
D                         A 
Once a river, a sea now a mote 

verse 4 
D                             A 
And the black flowers grow all around 
D                             A 
And the angels who died in our sound 
D                            A 
Now nothing will come of this now 
D                             A 
For nothing can grow from the ground 

Verse 5 
D                            A 
And no one we know now will save us 
D                     A 
Like no one we know would try 
D                           A 
Like everything once is now over 
D                          A 
Just as everything once has died 


[Refrão]
D                             A 
In the garden where we built a home 
D                        A 
And all those we kept in tow 
D                        A 
The weeper with his tiny piano 
D                           A 
The willow with her singing saw 
D                               A 
The jeweler with her cast iron hammer 
D                               A 
Oh, the ivy, the crows, and the law 

D                              A 
In the garden where we built a home 
D                      A 
All's dark inside the tower 
D                              A 
In the garden where we built a home 
D             A 
Black flowers 

Outro 
D     A 
Black flowers 
D     A 
Black flowers 
D     A 
Black flowers 
D     A 
Black flowers 
D     A 
Black flowers 
D     A 
Black flowers 
D     A 
Black flowers