Golden and Green - The Builders and the Butchers

Close your eyes…

And you draw one more day to a close

You choose to be alone

You choose float through your life as a ghost

And everything heals given time

And everything dies given time

And the scars run together

They’re mixing the nerves with the blood

And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down

And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground

When your heart’s deep and dark as a well

And everything that’s golden and green

Goes to hell…

And I was born to wind in the cradle

And I ride on the hard southern breeze

And I twisted the breed and the gold and you see

And there’s blood on my elbow and knees

And people wanna grow old in the cradle

When the snake’s all around in the reeds

And you ask me to fear of no evil

When your fire’s all over my feet

And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down

And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground

When your heart’s deep and dark as a well

And everything that’s golden and green

Goes to hell

I said bring out your Vivian girls

Bring out your cloud-covered girls

And bring me a cup of your tears

And give me the rest of your years

Because everything dies given time

And I know that this world could be mine

So I close both my eyes and I count my heartbeats

And I know that my wing are on fire, fire

My wings are on fire

And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down

And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground

When your heart’s deep and dark as a well

And everything that’s golden and green

When you heart’s deep and dark as a well

And everything that’s golden and green

When you heart’s deep and dark as a well

And everything that’s golden and green

Goes to hell…