I built my house of reeds upon a marsh in 
EliseMy father was released a day's walk from 
San Denise
We buried him beneath the bone white sands of 
San Denise
Silence of an airborne night push high above the roof
Daughters of the 
Red lights blind the icy works of art
The city lights and restless nights go once upon the 
LordYou and 
I will lie beside the fire sparked from boards
It's yours