Wild Roses and Dirt

Wild roses and dirt, thorns ripped a tear upon your shirt
And bled like a thirst that never passed
No headlights or witnesses
Just the eerie vibrations of god
Core shaking like a lightning rod
Oh did we feel the violence of all of that truth, down in the brambles and the tangled roots

What whispered that sound, black magic or the baying bloodhounds
Up from the ground, to the pistil, and stern
Pried open and flowered and turned all your burning into love
All of the power you dreamed of
Let it pour out from the sources, with the force of seven horses
All the soul without remorses, in the course of all that's left to come

Does it feel like we were born
Just to cut our fingers on the thorn, and know love

Blood stains and wine, broke bottles and valentines
When you can't tell a crime scene from a honeymoon suite
Is that the love that we're reaching for
Or is it something made to last
To tie a tether when the winds blow fast
Is it a chemical chance or a past life's plan, a totem for the ages or a one night stand

Does it feel like we were born
Just to cut our fingers on the thorn, and know love, holy love

So pure fragile and sharp to the touch as glass
How glorious and tragic that it won't last
When all of these fleeting hours are over well I like to believe it won't hurt
When these days are done, won't you lay me among the wild roses and dirt

Wild roses and dirt, bones brittle of bodies of work
Left on the scorched earth like orphans unclaimed
Lost angels without a name"