a blue rose at my lips
i know why the storm comes closer
there is an enemy at the gate
waiting for it inside, a tune
a song from the heart
the earth shakes
as a foot stomps
to the tune of a happier time
when i was a boy
mourning doves, hawks and vultures
they're all there, for me
waiting, witnessing, wondering
as the storm breaks
a lost friend looks on
as i drop from the wall
to guard the gate
and i think to myself
"this is perfect"
there is an enemy at the gate
waiting for it inside, a tune
a song from the heart
the earth shakes
as a foot stomps
to the tune of a happier time
when i was a boy
mourning doves, hawks and vultures
they're all there, for me
waiting, witnessing, wondering
as the storm breaks
a lost friend looks on
as i drop from the wall
to guard the gate
and i think to myself
"this is perfect"