We Got Married

Reverie, I was born in an old country
And we made a time and a place there
Juxtapose, I was dying to let it go
And throw my name to the water

Then we got married in an old oak boat in the bay
With a guest
Your face was glowing like a javelin in my chest
And you built
A home from nothing but a wiry shell
You built it out of the tree you fell for me

Time would keep, harden all of the heat in me
Like an adult, like a strong man

But we got married in an old oak boat in the bay
And I saw
Your face like fury, and your hands like talons ablaze
So I ran
To fish my skin out of a darkened well
But it had sunk like the old black hell it was