Firestorm In Evening

Every night I bury gold by the lake Mounting storms of fire light what’s at stake There’s no getting out No turning away It will find you Whether you like it Some day There’s no getting out No turning away It will find you Whether you like it Some day So run So run It's gonna take more than this It's gonna take more than this House of birds and goldenrod In your name and in the ashen waste of trees is a trace of the fire you brought to the stage there should have been more than this there should have been more than this Every night I bury gold by the lake