Monument (Live from the Sierra de Guadarrama)

The daggers came out in the bright of the bay,

We were poets and drunkards, lost in the decay,

Some words were muttered, some were cast in stones,

Thrown into the waters of the wilfully unknown.

What say you lover, my sister of the night?

Shall we trade our ancient language and drink til it gets light?

Keep spinning the bottle until it points away,

I guess we can agree to live to fight another day

I waged a war for your loving,

You lit the beacon that drew me into your valley,

Where I laid my arms down, surrendered to your body,

I built a monument for all that was amazing.

Will we still love what we find as we start to loose our minds?

Steal the cap from liberty beneath the storm washed pines?

Cold hands turn to the ghosts of what they will become,

Your eyes telling me softly somewhere it went wrong.

The cross you bear around your neck isn't what it seems,

It slides across your body chastening your dreams,

How can we act as if that was the way?

I know your cloth and crucifix get their kicks from dirty play.

I waged a war for your loving,

You lit the beacon that drew me to your valley,

I laid my arms down, surrendered to your beauty.

Where I built a monument for all that was amazing,

Oh those loving eyes, Oh good god those loving eyes,

I'd give them all I have, Until I am truly blind,

I'm as naked as the wind, calling your Atlantic tide,

I wish you all the best, And god damn it eternal rest.