Flowers in my garden کے بول

The christmas lights are tainted blue Rom mediocre laughing heads That blow smoke from their painted lips And blood stained tears that fall down red They point their brittle fingers east To gaze at smiling ladies there From north to south the shadow falls Yet they emerge without a scratch, I want your flowers in my garden and Your pictures on my wall I want your love to save me from The sewers indide my mind Black and white picture frames Are swimming through the sewers of my mind...