While there is no place Profane and justified to hold us Or keep us home Some greener garden, A dusty pyramid of red stone A broken throne If you had told me That you would never reach the surface, I'd know you're wrong. And we fall hard Against the thought of pulling into parts So what was our garden really worth, When pretty soon it ll goes back to dirt? Or so I've heard. I thought I saw you, A heavy heart inside a sawmill Covered in dust You're splitting wood beams To build a coffin for your love While I sat and watched You finally filled it And placed it in a tomb of concrete, And sealed it shut. And you were staring at my palms, And wondering how I ever kept so calm And as we grew like fire in the brush, I knew we'd live in everything we'd touched We saw the mountains changing shades Into colors that we never saw before What once was blue and green, And meant so much to me Didn't make it through the war, And now's now more.