I buried my blood years ago to encourage the vine
I waited for something to grow and flourish with time
I counted each hopeful raindrop as it fell to its death
I dusted the mournful frost and warmed it up with my breath

You´d better watch where you´re walking
There might be somebody´s blood flower growing
You´d better watch what you´re doing
Don´t go fucking around in the garden

You´d better watch where you´re walking
You´d better watch what you´re doing
You´d better watch where you´re walking
You´d better watch what you´re doing

On the night of the hunter´s moon you might notice a quiet dread
Are your eyes playing tricks on you?
Yeah, maybe it´s in your head

Every day a little more unsettled, you are starting to understand
You´re sleeping with the lights on, with no one to hold your hand

You´d better watch where you´re walking
You´d better watch what you´re doing
You´d better watch where you´re walking
You´d better watch what you´re doing

You´d better watch where you´re walking, where you´re walking
You´d better watch what you´re doing

You´d better watch where you´re walking
There might be somebody´s blood flower growing
You´d better watch what you´re doing
Don´t go fucking around in the garden

You´d better watch where you´re walking
There might be somebody´s blood flower growing
You´d better watch what you´re doing
Don´t go fucking around in the garden

You´d better watch where you´re walking
There might be somebody´s blood flower growing