The Briar Fields: The Briar Fields

The Briar Fields


I brushed the horses down in the stable
And smiled grimly when you passed the gate
With your fiancée and his Geiger counter
And all the treasures that the mule could take
The dining room, it filled up with laughter
As gold spoons rattled whalebone bowls
But you sat quietly sipping the poison
While your two sisters inspected all their moles
And I run…

By the fire you wait for his return
He makes big money off third world countries
He always says he knows how to be honest
And gets his kicks from burning down libraries
A gentleman by your side in the morning
Downing coffee and nibbling scones
While gypsy moths inside of my closet
Are undressing all of my bones

And I run through the briar fields
The briar fields
After you…
I fall down all bloody and screaming
All bloody and screaming
Screaming for you…
But you
You are not
You’re just not there
No-no, no, no, no, no…
You
You are just
Not there

Heard a struggle coming from your bedroom
I guess that rouge can really hide a bruise
You ran to me crying, “Hold me lover
For I thought that I had nothing to loose”
Muddy shovel propped against the backdoor
Blood dripping from a silver comb
All these white lies are just getting darker
In the cemetery of your home
And I run…

Waited for you down by the cypress
Waited from midnight till the rising sun
I heard a wagon coming over the hillside
A band of gypsies gestured for me to come
Three years a fugitive out in the tundra
But my feelings for you are still strong
Been playing gigs in quaint little ghost towns
Writing you a pretty sad little song
It goes:
“Swung into your river on a daisy chain
The water’s so cold but I can’t complain
Current be swift – many a stone be sharp
Cause my last cherub plays a bleeding harp
My last cherub plays a bleeding harp”

And I run through the briar fields
The briar fields
After you…
I fall down all bloody and screaming
All bloody and screaming
Screaming for you…
But you
You are not
You’re just not there
No-no, no, no, no, no…
You
You are just
Not there

With your two sisters you live now so humble
Riding free along the emerald hills
No one to rule you, no struggle for power
I wonder if you even think of me still
Watching you from atop of the cypress
I hide for fear of shattering it all
You disappear at the edge of the forest
I wait forever for my name to be called

And I run through the briar fields
The briar fields
After you…
I fall down all bloody and screaming
All bloody and screaming
Screaming for you…
But you
You are not
You’re just not there
No-no, no, no, no, no…
You
You are just
Not there