House On the Hill

I may have beckoned it This appearance of delay My body's dire need To morph itself into a frozen footstep So quiet It does not leave a print Still and unbroken I don't want the world I want only you Not the disturbance Nor the confusion Of what is out there In our own little world You have the relic Stamped seventeen Playing in the garden we know so well But there's a house up there Up on a hill That takes my bridal dress And rips it in two That drags me begging And screaming Into a room Where I am taken from you