[Lyric] The State Of Deseret Part One: Capitol Hill - Part Two: Temple Square - Part Three: The Marmalade District (Marcus Koncar)

And Apricot, Quince and Almond
Let me taste on your fruit
And grow old inside of you
Steep and narrow
Old and Hallowed
And oh, oh

And I found my love up on the hill
On this side of Capitol Hill
And steep and narrow, and old and hallowed
And I bottle my intentions so I know they're never quite done
And I jar up my emotions so they don't burn in the sun
In The Holy Fire of the Sun, here to burn down everyone!
And Holy State of Deseret, as big as it can get!
Oh, Holy Light of my life, I'll be dead if you die
Oh Holy Fire of the Sun, here to burn down everyone!
Oh Holy State of Deseret, as big as it can get!
Oh Holy Fire of the Sun, here to burn down everyone!

I don't know what I'd do, without you
I know that it's a little too reliant on you
But it's true, I do love you
And when you bring me breakfast, I know I don't deserve it
And when you drive me to my mothers grave, I know I, I know I'm not worth it
And when I say these things, I feel like I'm fishing
I'm not, I'm just trying to be honest. I'm just trying my best