When You Are Young

So softly you’ll run

From the sound of your brother’s gun

But you know it’s not just a game

In the brambles you’ll hide

’Til the caretaker comes outside

And everyone calls your name

When you are young

There are bottled blooms and twisted drums

When you are young

There is nothing right and nothing wrong

You will play in the maze

’Til your mother she calls you away

And we’ll scratch in the dirt

Where the bones are picked clean by birds

And the clouds are out of reach

And you’ll twist in his fist

As Persephone blows a kiss

And you hide yourself under the sheets

When you are young

There are bottled blooms and twisted drums

When you are young

There is nothing right and nothing wrong

You will play in the maze

’Til your mother she calls you away