Builders & The Butchers Golden And Green
Close your eyes and you draw one more day to a close
You choose to be alone
You float through your life as a ghost
And everything heals given time
And everything dies given time
And the scars run together, mixing the nerves with the
blood
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn
down
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground
When your heart's deep and dark as a well
And everything that's golden and green goes to hell
And I was born to wind in the cradle
And I ride on the hot southern breeze
and I twist in the green and the gold
and you see and there is blood on my elbows and knees
And people want to grow old in the cradle
When there's snakes all around in the reeds
And you ask me to fear of no evil
When your fire's all over my feet
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn
down
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground
When your heart's deep and dark as a well
And everything that's golden and green goes to hell
I said bring out your Vivian girls
Bring out your cloud-covered girls
and bring me a cup of your tears
and give me the rest of your years
Because everything dies, given time
And I know that this world could be mine
So I closed both my eyes and I count my heartbeats
and I know that my wings are on fire
And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn
down
And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground
When your heart's deep and dark as a well
And everything that's golden and green goes to hell
