Pigs of the Roman Empire - Hitchcock Lyrics

We were children of summer and sun
Two years married and trying for a son
She'd drink scented tea, she'd talk to the cat
Eyes of emerald that shine through the black

We laid a garden of lilies and bones
We planted our boy, but he wouldn't grow
She went walking the day the sun died
She cried a river and at the bottom she hides

The chorus in the street, the whisper in the town
Told the story that the whole world would drown

I followed those footsteps through clay and through silt
They ended at the water, that raged with my guilt
And that angry river, it snaked through mind
But my woman left me on the other side

She's the honey in the thunder, the cold in the flood
Her bones sing to me from down in the mud

Now I've tried to lay her ghost down
But she's moving through me even now
So I'll lay in her garden of lilies and bones
And sink into her tears like a stone

She's the honey in the thunder, the cold in the flood
Her bones sing to me from down in the mud