SelfPub: One song

We finished everything that was on the bottom,
what remained of the delicate nectar that feeds the vein.
We were burning in water and drowning in a raging fire.
Every house broke the hell out of Windows, doors and walls.
It was a long time ago. And now - peace and quiet.
And only one song in an old VCR.
No, we're still here. Finishing up the cherry surf.
But hang on hooks of gold, crowns of gold.