Sackville - The Briars lyrics

Pull your dress from the briars When there are no briars, no tangle of thorns The rose is dangling darkside As the queen of the ceiling had sound her great horn Leaves anchor and signs with her horn So it's up and over the electric fence The girls are screaming in agony or bliss Here is the shore where the city ends Under the freeway where the briars twist The trucks roar and the briars twist Cause your breath is still a wilderness Your breath is still a wilderness Your breath is still a wilderness Cause your breath is still a wilderness Your breath is still a wilderness Your breath is still a wilderness