Imitation of War

Chasing the next The plateau are there And the rain, it falls careless on the oil I'm painting And I'm crying to catch her The line that I've tethered here She's fleeing the judgment in a careless rain And her muse's crown on my head Stings like a tear Was it a snare set by the devil? When I fell right in Or I was a saint there on the chapel font In this imitation of war I was outside watching the orange tree As the blossoms turned And the spear weaves the laurel And I'm crying to catch you Muse in the laurel tree I will paint the flowers Just chain them to me And her muse's crown on my head Stings like a tear Was it a snare set by the devil? When I fell right in Or I was a saint there on the chapel font In this imitation of war