Days of Gold

I used to think to make my days of gold would make you happy
I should have made them out of steel and glass
To stand up straight without a doubtful shadow cast

Or copper to conduct the electricity between you and me
That I once made for free
This time around, I'm gonna put them underground so my tornadoes can't take them down again

Some walls I've built from bricks of earth, others of words
I should have made them out of bookshelves
So at least I'd have something to read while you try and beat the monster out of me

Friends and lovers, you don't get one or the other
Loving is killing, you don't get to choose

Another Town

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Would I get locked, lost in timelessness

I guess stranger things have passed

Me by and by your kisses wishing

That it wouldn't hurt to ask

When you come my way

Don't you like the taste?

Is there something in my kiss

That makes you want to stay

If I am past buried hatchets

Reckless, my mind filled with drink

Then why so blindly grinding axes

Swung at fears of what I'd think of you

When I cross your mind

Don't you like the sight

Is there something in my look

That keeps you up at the night

Summer ran while we weren't looking

The way you always said it would

Not backing off or bowing out

Just moving to the next town down

When you come this way again

Will you recall the flame

Is there something in my words

To make you take the blame