歌手:Bill Callahan
专辑:《Apocalypse》

There grows a ****, looks like a flower
Looks like baby's breath on a mirror
My girl and
I rushed atop the altar
The sacrifice was made
It was not easy undertaking
The roots gripped soft like a living grave
Oh young girl at the wedding
Baby's breath in her hair
A crowning lace above her face
That will last a day
Before it turns to hay

I'd cut a clearing in the land
And for a little bed
For her to cry comfortable in
And each day
I looked out on the lawn
And I wondered what all was gone
Until I saw it was lucky old me
How could
I run without losing anything?
How could
I run without becoming lean?
It was agreed, it was agreed
It was me tearing out the baby's breath
Oh I am a helpless man, so help me
I'm on my knees gardening
It was not a ****, it was a flower
My baby's gone, oh where has my baby gone?
And she was not a ****, she was a flower
And now I know you must reap what you sow, or sing