Burn the barn with the red wooden doors Pour gasoline on the warm cedar floors Your eyes alit against orange smoke skies You warn me of my own demise
We watch it together, collapse and unbecome Neither a death nor a beginning and none A moment witnessed by death and I alone From the flames, I cast the first stone
I blame death for all done and said Death reminds me I too will wake dead So I beg it to leave me to the fire Plead that it's my time to expire
But death carries me outside once more Tells me it will soon even the score Not today nor tomorrow and yet My heart stopping, a sure-fire bet
Death leaves me to deal with the flames Find a way to work through the pain As if heart or home could be rebuilt As if I could forgive my own guilt
Night after night I sleep under the stars Watch my old wounds become scars Slowly I build a new red door and four walls While listening to death whisper and call
Though I keep living with all these regrets Waiting for my sun to eventually set From old barn ashes sprouts emerge Tiny seedlings through dirt surge
I'll watch poppies and lilies bloom Keep working by merely light of the moon Until I'm rebuilt and once again new Order is brought to what was once askew
And though death seems to always draw near I decide to abandon my fear Even in times I'm lonely, sad or asunder I'll take the rain, and keep the thunder