Oak

(album: A Wolf In The Doorway - 2015)

Brave, bottles crowd the ocean floor
Bound by rot, the scapegoats
Of their salesmen on the shore
Oh, the bastards of our natural war
They may have lost this time
But no one's keeping score

Well courage straightens up its chin
Burns the maps and runs
With upraised arms into the wind
Oh, and fortune tears it limb from limb
Says "That bed looks warm,
But I'm not coming in"

Oh, now charm still spars with misbelief
Till time has rung its bell
And captained one to its knees
Oh, more stubborn than an old oak tree
And when she smiles she shows her teeth

And now havoc wreaks itself to sleep
Plunders tact and pride and sinks
Its roots in far too deep
An in this darkness only hate can see
So keep your fires burning for me

Thick skinned and never growing old
Desire cries and tries to reason with your soul

Saying I know what you need
I could keep you company
Greed grins eagerly
Says it's goddamn easy being me