The highways and the barriers gather moss Sirens called, impervious to the cost The buyer claims a virus at fault With flowers laid, the warriors send remorse While seven older languages run their course Comparisons with orchids are false A fire brings the mariners to the shore Driving through agrarian other wars They're veering down the wrong lane off course *And turn again to myriad other thoughts We're learning their reprisals come from the north In hurricanes the violets runs gold Dodge another barrier down the road We're planting our geraniums in the frost Overtaking drivers that lost Behold, somebody wants some beyond In regards to what? Behold, somebody wants some beyond