When I met death, we bended like a mile high tree
Climbing his shoulders, admiring the scene
A forest set fire as i wept in fear for things
I knew I was hiding between the good in you
Neurotic I ask him, what route we've gone
Using words that can't be heard, you silenced mine
And the water was orange, holy neon tangerine
We'll be there when we get there, either way you're here with me
so let it be... let it be.. let it be.
A long abandoned farm house somewhere in Warren County Missouri.