Maybe it's bricks and mortar now, whether or not they run it down. I don't want anything to shake that shape away. No one told us which way to come, nobody mapped oblivion. So I go growing roses in the disoray. Just like most falling head in
'Til my ghost fills the bed in. So lift it up like a banner.
Hold it up over me. If this war is never ending, I'll take this love down with me.
I don't need fate to give it time, it doesn't take pain to change your mind. No weapon can sever the soul from me. Not the sorceress, not the money, all my cleverness, all my cunning.