Garden of evil days
I don’t know how I’m gonna grow in you
Fountain of bitterness
Seed of malevolence
The fingers of violence
In a garden of evil days

What is my life in this cauldron of being?
What can see me through the stir of years?
When anything can disappear
Anyone can have their stem cut
I draw upon the morning’s breath
But who can piece together any living reason?

Garden of evil days
I don’t know how I’m gonna go in you
Laughter and weightlessness
A flower of innocence
Caught out in the poisonous
Wind, wind, wind
In a garden of evil days

Are shadows effacing the sundial?
A growling sky out on the loose
I’ll shelter in place while I ride out
Another hundred years’ storm, the second one this summer

In a garden of evil days
I don’t know how I’m gonna show in you
Apocalypse, now and then
It’s never again, again
The devil’s a right to know
When, when, when
In a garden of evil days