Song | The Gardener |
Artist | The Dresden Dolls |
Album | No, Virginia |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Sorry for the setback | |
I know I let it down | |
Turn back the clocks and step back | |
And spring might come around | |
My little misbegotten | |
You're quite a stubborn bud | |
If we can't make you open | |
We will take it out in blood | |
We'll make a man out of you yet | |
We will plant brambles in your bed | |
Just close your eyes and count to ten | |
This is as good as it will get | |
Always a little willow, willow weeping | |
Flutter to your knees | |
The untiled things before me | |
Oh, the possibilities | |
Thank you for the warning | |
But I still see the sun | |
A little global warming | |
Never hurt no one | |
We’ll make a man out of you yet | |
A crown of thorns around your head | |
Get off your knees and have a look | |
This is as good as it will get | |
At last my little flower | |
Is getting put to use | |
You’ve always been a failure | |
But now you're bearing strange new fruit | |
The insides are all useless | |
But the rest is fertile so | |
I will take the belt from off the hook | |
And watch the garden grow | |
We’ll make a man out of you yet | |
You won't know what will hit you next | |
The gardener's coming to collect | |
You wanted love, that’s what you get | |
The gardener's coming to collect | |
The gardener's coming to collect | |
The gardener's coming to collect | |
The gardener's coming to collect | |
The gardener's coming to collect |
Sorry for the setback | |
I know I let it down | |
Turn back the clocks and step back | |
And spring might come around | |
My little misbegotten | |
You' re quite a stubborn bud | |
If we can' t make you open | |
We will take it out in blood | |
We' ll make a man out of you yet | |
We will plant brambles in your bed | |
Just close your eyes and count to ten | |
This is as good as it will get | |
Always a little willow, willow weeping | |
Flutter to your knees | |
The untiled things before me | |
Oh, the possibilities | |
Thank you for the warning | |
But I still see the sun | |
A little global warming | |
Never hurt no one | |
We' ll make a man out of you yet | |
A crown of thorns around your head | |
Get off your knees and have a look | |
This is as good as it will get | |
At last my little flower | |
Is getting put to use | |
You' ve always been a failure | |
But now you' re bearing strange new fruit | |
The insides are all useless | |
But the rest is fertile so | |
I will take the belt from off the hook | |
And watch the garden grow | |
We' ll make a man out of you yet | |
You won' t know what will hit you next | |
The gardener' s coming to collect | |
You wanted love, that' s what you get | |
The gardener' s coming to collect | |
The gardener' s coming to collect | |
The gardener' s coming to collect | |
The gardener' s coming to collect | |
The gardener' s coming to collect |
Sorry for the setback | |
I know I let it down | |
Turn back the clocks and step back | |
And spring might come around | |
My little misbegotten | |
You' re quite a stubborn bud | |
If we can' t make you open | |
We will take it out in blood | |
We' ll make a man out of you yet | |
We will plant brambles in your bed | |
Just close your eyes and count to ten | |
This is as good as it will get | |
Always a little willow, willow weeping | |
Flutter to your knees | |
The untiled things before me | |
Oh, the possibilities | |
Thank you for the warning | |
But I still see the sun | |
A little global warming | |
Never hurt no one | |
We' ll make a man out of you yet | |
A crown of thorns around your head | |
Get off your knees and have a look | |
This is as good as it will get | |
At last my little flower | |
Is getting put to use | |
You' ve always been a failure | |
But now you' re bearing strange new fruit | |
The insides are all useless | |
But the rest is fertile so | |
I will take the belt from off the hook | |
And watch the garden grow | |
We' ll make a man out of you yet | |
You won' t know what will hit you next | |
The gardener' s coming to collect | |
You wanted love, that' s what you get | |
The gardener' s coming to collect | |
The gardener' s coming to collect | |
The gardener' s coming to collect | |
The gardener' s coming to collect | |
The gardener' s coming to collect |