Over You

This street is named for flowers
It's barren, hot and gray
And shadows wheel on iron heels
And move along their way.

The light that soothes me evening
Has cut me clean in two
But my blood, it runs with stars
And they're fallin' over you.

Now the bells have stopped their whaling
They've been railing on deaf ears
The towers lean, their faults unseen
By us this many years.

The waiting crowd moves blind and loud
Like angry rivers do
But silence builds a bridge and reaches
Swinging over you.

It used be the wicked
Who surrendered but no more
They've drawn a line through heart and mind
And sold it like a war.

The poor play host, give up their ghosts
Like death is nothing new
But I could live forever
When I'm dying over you.

I may learn someday to offer
More than what I feel
To set aside this wholesome pride
And put my shoulder to the wheel.

To build our truth then raise the roof
And not confuse the two
But still we stand of rafters and the swing
And there's laughter risen over you.