Lyrics

Buttoned-up coats and your pants by the bed Cigarette smoke surrounds your halo'ed head And you're comely wrapped in sheets And your body's underneath me Watch our shipwrecks combine as your mouth sheds into mine Drunk garden boy I watched you fall asleep Husking off your skin And growing out new leaves Drunk garden boy No shoes on the stairs Because we own all these rooms And we own all the chairs So, come home, come home to me Throw your suitcase in the car and turn off the tv Drunk garden boy Can you hear the music, too?