Way out in the garden, way out in the fields
So far from these civilized nations, their discord and deals
The birds, they all know it, they showed it to me
Forgotten by man, there stands an old hanging tree
Forgotten by man, there stands an old hanging tree

Its roots are still growing
But it died long ago

Bury it down with my soul, down in my soul
Down with my soul, where they'll never find me
My bones
-My Bones by The Pretty Reckless

A ghost, and a house, and a girl.