causeway

when there was nothing left to mourn,
maade a battle cleft from a horn
blew it wild into the sky, sun and fire

explode into a sigh, the last to die.
we let the years just slide, now we're here
at the edge of goodbye

where memories became
the trappingss of regrets
turned round in my minds eye
yeah we lost those bets

we didn't place, the sure thing
caught inside of our races
, distracted by all the pretty faces



break--middle eight

how can you mourn ashes
of the roses that you burn?
how can i rise up again
a fire inside a poem?

maybe that's the thing we missed
turning round in the sunset
alone on our own hills

when there was nothing left to mourn,
maade a battle cleft from a horn
blew it wild into the sky, sun and fire