Beth Jeans Houghton & The Hooves Of Destiny Humble Digs
He came over, like rolling thunder and his toes
Were lightly dusting, the twisted mountains as they groaned
And you can see him, though he always tends to hide
From the helping hand that I provide
A devil's horseman, a sweet delight beyond this town
In which we've chosen, to lay our failing bodies down
And without season, it seems our leaves are turning brown
And I hope that he'll always be around
Together darling, we'll keep some damn good company
For without trying, you make a seasoned fool of me
Your hands have folded, and twisted my dry-lock design
But honest darling, I'll be fine
Come forth and I will raise
Four flags above this day
Contain the night in arms
Titans rising, and all once vitals now implodes
Above your mantel, your equine ornaments erode
Relieve this moment, say that gestures don't afford
The lacquered tip of cupid's sword
Thou shalt not daunt me, though the wounds may still remain
You will not haunt me, or pass my sorry heart again
See me moving, hold your ground as I retreat
Your memory beneath my feet
Come forth and I will raise
Four flags above this day
Contain the night in arms
