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