Humble Digs

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 fourth and I will raise
Four flags above this day
Contain the night in arms

Titans rising, and all once vitals now implode
Above your mantle, your equine ornaments erode
Relieve this moment, say the gestures don't afford
The lacquered tip of cupid's sword

Thou shall not daunt me, though the wounds they 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 fourth and I will raise
Four flags above this day
Contain the night in arms