Hymnostic - Big Red Machine

Holy torch my perdition

How important you will be

Why don’t you lay it down right beside me

Won’t you lay it all by me

I am not an apparition

But I’ll haunt you

You’ll see

Clad in ballads, wine and orchids

Cause I know the kind you seek

You used to lay down all around me

You used to lay it all by me

No it’s not just adulation

I will hold you for me

Cut the grass, tend the flowers

Downing bottles by the crease

Light a smoke up in the sun room

And pretend I’m My Tree

Prove it not

Rock of ages

In a row

Their lies to me

Winter costs you peace of mind now

Winter cost your valentine

Why won’t you come back on the runner

Won’t you come right backside

I’ll be singing for your health

I’ll be righteous you’ll see