Chateau Nowhere - A Harsh Terrain
His rugged face,
a landscape marked by time,
was a harsh terrain
where all gentle thoughts go to die.
The East Texas hills
are a wild place to get lost in.
You took me there in a truck once
and I thought about staying.
Her gnarled hands,
a landscape marked by time,
were a harsh terrain
where no sweet caress could hide.
The East Texas hills
are a wild place to get lost in.
You took me there in a truck once
and I thought about staying.
I've been working out in the yard,
raking up the leaves.
I like to think of your skin turning rough
like the bark of that tree.
It's a question
of time, of time, of time...
Your pale blue eyes,
a landscape marked by time,
are a harsh terrain
where I'd happily lay down and die.
The East Texas hills
are a wild place to get lost in.
You took me there in a truck once
and I thought about staying.
I've been working out in the yard,
raking up the leaves.
I like to think of your skin turning rough
like the bark of that tree.
It's a question
of time, of time, of time...
Appears on the EP Trying To Change The Mind Of America