Humble Digs

He came over, like rolling thunder and his toes

Were lightly dusting, the twisted mountains as they groaned

And you can see him, though he always tends to hide

From the helping hand that i provide

A devil's horseman, a sweet delight beyond this town

In which we've chosen, to lay our failing bodies down

And without season, it seems our leaves are turning brown

And i hope that he'll always be around

Together darling, we'll keep some damn good company

For without trying, you make a seasoned fool of me

Your hands have folded, and twisted my dry-lock design

But honest darling, i'll be fine

Come forth and i will raise

Four flags above this day

Contain the night in arms

Titans rising, and all once vitals now implodes

Above your mantel, your equine ornaments erode

Relieve this moment, say that gestures don't afford

The lacquered tip of cupid's sword

Thou shalt not daunt me, though the wounds may still remain

You will not haunt me, or pass my sorry heart again

See me moving, hold your ground as i retreat

Your memory beneath my feet

Come forth and i will raise

Four flags above this day

Contain the night in arms