To climb out of a mother’s womb And plant the bitter kiss of betrayal To furtively compose a song for Dad And cry echoes into a torn drum’s shell To crawl one’s way into a city’s heart And drink alone into the dead of night To make love on top of clean sheets And disappear before morning dew To slip a tattered ring onto her finger And bury her beneath Evergreen stars To build a treehouse with green hands And burn it down to a silhouette of ashes To rest old bones in a rocking chair And weep over tight-lipped children To wonder at the edge of a mountain's peak And fall into infernal echoing abyss