& If the street on your way home
Cracked into a hole
& if the adolescent throne
Of the city sought control
To overthrow your aged soul
To convince your perfect ears you were alone
Please believe
Theyd have to get through me
& if the wind should burn your face
& craft a plan to blow you way
& if it howled and cried your name
Advancing closer every day
I would step right in the way
I would wrap myself around your precious frame
Please believe
It would have to go through me
& if the oak trees turned on you
& pulled their roots up like you do
& split their bark and broke in two
& made to pierce your heart right through
I would step in right on cue
& I would let my heart instead be torn askew
Please believe
Theyd have to get through me
Ampersand Ill hold your hand and oh
Seriously love the picking pattern on this track.
wcdavies 2 years ago