Lyrics
Chasing the next
The plateau are there
And the rain, it falls careless on the oil I'm painting
And I'm crying to catch her
The line that I've tethered here
She's fleeing the judgment in a careless rain
And her muse's crown on my head
Stings like a tear
Was it a snare set by the devil?
When I fell right in
Or I was a saint there on the chapel font
In this imitation of war
I was outside watching the orange tree
As the blossoms turned
And the spear weaves the laurel
And I'm crying to catch you
Muse in the laurel tree
I will paint the flowers
Just chain them to me
And her muse's crown on my head
Stings like a tear
Was it a snare set by the devil?
When I fell right in
Or I was a saint there on the chapel font
In this imitation of war
