Rosemary Lyrics

Morning sky was a purple bruise

Water risen from the grave with its bluish hues

Misty mountain fog built up avenues

And spacious white mansions for only youth to use

Bright kitchen smelled of rosemary

Fresh bread took its rest in the armory

Pots and pans shook her hands like the pottery

Mother's mother left the plans to do it properly

They might not agree on it

They might lose some sleep on it

That won't be the end of it

Darkness never wins

Darkness never wins

Regardless of the sins

Think back to the Rosemary

Close your eyes and taste a piece

Tight neck from the fancy words

Daily catering to egos of the upper third

Stepped back to the back of the Mother Earth

Pleasantries to birds and trees and all the other dirt

Buttered hills form a barricade

Barring those who never chose the view from heaven's gate

Take the time to count it twice and thereby calculate

How much thyme is really left and how to navigate

They might not agree on it

They might lose some sleep on it

That won't be the end of it

Darkness never wins

Darkness never wins

Regardless of the sins

Think back to the Rosemary

Close your eyes and Rest In Peace