Backyard Burial Songtext
von Wounds of Recollection

I′m winding down a crumbling road
Bow and arrow clenched as pretend soldiers march up the brick stairs

The lowest part was a backyard burial
She taught me loss. She taught me to care
I carry her warmth into the cascade of age


I grew inch by inch through the southern summers
The friends I knew float by, carried like pollen in the air of June
I miss the honeysuckles dancing softly to the beating of the season
Time hurried anxiously away from me

As I settled deep into youthful pause
As the life, I lived scratches at my reaching palms