Raspberry Bush

Light is spilling lower upon the fragile stairs
 Two men passing by
 How could they know he was there?
 Lifting his arm and leaning to look
 At the face of the dark raspberry bush
 The two men were brothers coming in from the west
 Determined to travel where the rivers feel best
 Roaming the streets of old Willow Town
 Giving out invitations then shooting them down
 But fun is something that can be easily shook
 By the throat of the dark raspberry bush
 It's a year-long winter when you're missing the warmth
 Of familiar faces and neighbourhood haunts
 So you put all your trust in the friendliest guy
 Deep in the crowd of men who don't cry
 He looks quite harmless reading his book
 On the shores of the great raspberry bush
 It's a night on the strip
 The velvet arcades
 The bars with the women who you don't need to beg
 He guided them through the pretty and the lost
 And they walked past the bridge
 Never to be crossed
 There in the shadows all they needed was a push
 To fall in the arms of the raspberry bush
 Looking around their companion had gone
 And they couldn't find their way through the trees and the fog
 It was cold careless laughter and fake searching lights
 Leading them far from safety and drawn out of sight
 So they sat in the dirt waiting for the cure
 Next to the cold raspberry bush
 Brothers holding hands could look different to some
 So he'll punish the times and destroy the young
 Two boys on a journey had to pay for what they did
 Catching the eye of some troubled kid
 So bound together they lay in brass hooks
 Under the roots of the raspberry bush