The Handsome Family - Fallen Peaches

We came down the black dirt hill
Between the rows of blooming peaches
And we scattered leaping fawns
As we fell into the ditches
Ahead of me ran jackson
Who took a bullet to the chest
And beneath the swaying peaches
Jackson slowly bled to death
But as his green eyes dimmed
I saw a fiery mist
Drift softly to the clouds
From between his cold, blue lips
Now my eyes were opened
I stood up between the guns
I saw trails of smoke and fire
Flying everywhere I looked
Like hands of glowing light
Trailing up from fallen peaches
And around the running fawns
Leaping through the branches
Across the corpses on the hills
The sunset spread her flames
And her glowing fingers held me
As they dug my shallow grave