Final word of now and then

Dream of silvanite again

Dark and bitter and I consider

My need to scatter and beat and batter

Within

Final thought from here on out

Sleep in silence cry out loud

Say with smile it's not your style

Run to you father the sting that bothers

Your mouth



When you ran away alone

Burn your britches and burn your home

Sour taste is pulling hard

And a three board layer is all you've known

When you ran away alone

Sell the world take out a loan

And if the train goes off the track

Burn down everything you own

For me



Little game of give and give

Dream of how you wanna live

Freeze and harden your secret garden

Lift the fetter now you had better

Forgive

Little by little attention caught

Sleep like it's a passing thought

Sting and cripple an ocean's ripple

Of boiling water is all his daughter

Sought



Your voice everytime

Making water from the finest wine