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