Meet me under the thorny tree
near the fishing pier, my Love
and I will sing a song you will want to hear
above all man’s kind of sirens
A melody to drown out popping death cracks
and stomping footsteps of captivity
And, I will paint for you a memory
in shades of purple and green
to recolor spinning red flames
that glisten in flowing crimson
stains of our demise
And I will show you a clearing in the path
you always knew was here
even if you couldn’t see it
past the pretty city lights