Anamnesis Park

Though the vault's been poured and the boots are dried
The missing girl is still alive
We will never forget our darling

Though the bowl and the torch have been left behind
At the foot of the cliff where the voice first cried
We will never forget our garden

Drug up the slope in the summer heat
The invisible wagon with invisible seeds
And the forking timeline where you fall in

A hole in the lake on the day you expired
The ozone perfume of the high tension wires
And the cowbells' shamble to the gloaming

They are the shield