Rosemary Branch

So I'm looking down the barrel of a name
Branch of rosemary, lavender and sage
To make the snail's grave in the London summer soil
Lean your chariot against the wall
Watch it fall

You came down from the mountain with the law
It seemed a little far to earn the word 'detour'
Too brief for odyssey
From hill to hill to me, the raven's courtier
The corvid queen

Sixteenth-century playwright on a plane
Entire new decade, one, two, three
Both hands on the key as you offered it to me
I guess you're practising
Toyota Yaris-ing

Couple tons of carbon and a flame
Just blue enough to take
You and my oxygen away
I knew you couldn't stay, I said I wouldn't leave
And that in me there's no room for regret
Not yet

So I'm looking down the barrel of a name
I really never say
Branch of rosemary
We sung in high falsetto of a natural beauty
Laying down your favourite cowboy clothes
God knows