English Garden Lyrics by Silverchair

English Garden

Here we sit in tombstones in the mud,
like its where we want to be.
Its impossible to feel sacred in this lie,
in this aerial fantasy.

Now that the day is done I can see colours at night,
and everyone says Ive been running tired,
kept my head up sunshine,
today will be fine,
and Ive been trying my heart out.

Lazy ways,
claustrophobic holidays,
where we all have funny plans,
and to fade disparate
like some temporary skin,
is a feat that changes hands.

Now that the day is done I can see colours at night
and everyone says Ive been running tired,
kept my head up sunshine,
today will be fine,
and Ive been trying my heart out.

If this streets air aint up to par,
Ill take my clothes, and take this strange behaviour.
Not only liked but loved as well.

If this keeps tearing me apart,
the walls come down wont stop this empty feeling,
for everything apart from this.

Its only been a year,
English garden,
and youre farther away,
its only been a week,
dangerous mountain
suffer more than a day,
Ive been climbing out the hole fish ligatures
travelling along and but Im well,
its only been a year
got me wondering,
for sure or for sad,
its only been a year,
and I never called,
as soon as I escape,
for sure or for sad.
Ahhahahahahoowhaooahahahah, ect