Cassino Rose Of Lee
We've ignited into flames
And the furnace is so weak
The rain it failed to come as hailed
So sweat falls on the seeds
What we've grown so very slow
Is trampled by relief
You have told of concrete roads
But came home with muddy feet
The grind of lovers into each other
The grinding gears of sleep
The grind of takers taking daughters
To a place to keep
You'll hibernate
You'll procreate
And die of atrophy
While skinners like me skim the gutters
And fill their bags with teeth
I can remember planting a rose
But she dried up when the river was low
God will come and the roots grown under
Will pull up slow
It's this I know…
The cabinets full long ago
Got ravaged clean by what I love most
I let it in to warm its feet
And when it left, like a tornado
Buried my house and scattered my clothes
And I'm still blowing in the breeze
We've ignited into flames and I hold you close to me
Our melted parts a work of art I sold like novelty
I float around this empty room and
To put my mind at ease
I map the travel of souls that dabbled in eternity
She says we'll learn to plunder, and learn to lean
But we all learn to plunder, and learn to leave