The Briars

Pull your dress from the briars

When there are no briars, no tangle of thorns

The rose is dangling darkside

As the queen of the ceiling had sound her great horn

Leaves anchor and signs with her horn

So it's up and over the electric fence

The girls are screaming in agony or bliss

Here is the shore where the city ends

Under the freeway where the briars twist

The trucks roar and the briars twist

Cause your breath is still a wilderness

Your breath is still a wilderness

Your breath is still a wilderness

Cause your breath is still a wilderness

Your breath is still a wilderness

Your breath is still a wilderness