40 Days
sisters moving down
closing up the alleyways
sing songs and saying i am wholesale
sisters in the boardroom
checking out the chimney sweep
laying carpet down and giving up hope
it's sort of lonely
it's what remains
saddle up and bring your sorry stains
licking up the seaside
this couch was wrong and I've been
holding on
forty days now
what's in store
sisters on your pillow