Rosemary Branch

So I'm looking down the barrel of a name Branch of rosemary, lavender and sage To make the snail's grave in the London summer soil Lean your chariot against the wall Watch it fall You came down from the mountain with the law It seemed a little far to earn the word 'detour' Too brief for odyssey From hill to hill to me, the raven's courtier The corvid queen Sixteenth-century playwright on a plane Entire new decade, one, two, three Both hands on the key as you offered it to me I guess you're practising Toyota Yaris-ing Couple tons of carbon and a flame Just blue enough to take You and my oxygen away I knew you couldn't stay, I said I wouldn't leave And that in me there's no room for regret Not yet So I'm looking down the barrel of a name I really never say Branch of rosemary We sung in high falsetto of a natural beauty Laying down your favourite cowboy clothes God knows