Itasca - Imitation of War lyrics
Itasca
[Itasca - Imitation of War lyrics]
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?
Then I fell right in 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