itasca - imitation of war كلمات الأغنية

chasing the next
the plateau there and
the rain it falls careless
on the oil i’m painting

and i’m crying to catch her
the line that i’ve tethered here
she’s fleeing the judgment
in a careless rain

and her muse’s crown on my head
stings like a tear

was it a snare set by the devil?
or i was a saint
there on the chapel font
in this imitation of war

i was outside
watching the orange tree
as the blossoms turned
and the spear weaves the laurel

and i’m crying to catch you
muse in the laurel tree
i will paint the flowers
just chain them to me
and her muse’s crown on my head
stings like a tear

was it a snare set by the devil?
then i fell right in
or i was a saint
there on the chapel font
in this imitation of war

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