Besedila: Manic Street Preachers. Black Garden.

There's a little part of me
There's a little part of you
Remember the feeling
Of frozen embryo

There's a bigger part of me
There's a bigger part of you
Remember the place where
You don't want to go

Welcome into your own black garden
It's full of life but still too frightening
Can't open my eyes, this whiteness blinds
All this whiteness blinds

Watch the swallows cloud the sky
Watch the swallows slowly die
I used to throw stones
But now I have none

Waiting to be bread in the black garden
Waiting to be muted and then chosen
White trash, you're a swinger
Ugly to the end, ugly to the end