Something In The Garden - The Panics

Theres a place they sit

Where the wind don’t hit

With a shadow hanging over it

And sing with a sigh

My dirt, my dirt is dry

They put us on the steep

Side of the hill

Into our weather board shack on stilts

All of the while

The deeper the spiral

Inside, all eyes

Fix upon a great divide

Outside, all eyes

Fix upon an empty sky

There’s something in the garden

That makes her unhappy

There’s something in the garden

That makes her unhappy

I dreamt that they found us

The color of coal

As smoke crept through the fly wire holes

And my dirt it was drier

Than the ash from the fire

I count the days

In sand and sticks

And act brave on the face of it

Theres not a cloud in the sky

My dirt, my dirt is dry

Inside, all eyes

Fix upon a great divide

Outside, all eyes

Fix upon an empty sky

There’s something in the garden

That makes her unhappy

There’s something in the garden

That makes her unhappy

Come on, let it wash us down

Down deep