Black Garden - Manic Street Preachers

Glory glory, hallelujah

Our truth comes marching on

Swing, swing

There's a little part of me

There's a little part of you

Remember the feeling

Of a frozen embryo

There's a bigger part of me

There's a bigger part of you

Remember the place where

You don't want to go

Welcome into your own black garden

It's full of life but it's still too frightening

Can't open my eyes this whiteness blinds

All this whiteness blinds

Watch the swallows cloud the sky

Watch the swallows slowly die

I used to throw stones

But now I have none

Watch the swallows cloud the sky

Watch the swallows slowly die

I used to throw stones

But now I have none

Waiting to be bread in the black garden

Waiting to be muted and then chosen

White trash you're a swinger

Ugly to the end

Ugly to the end

Swing, swing

(Excerpt taken from the song 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic')

(c) 1996 Sony Music Publishing Ltd.