Over The Lawn
She's standing at the door and getting one thing clear
I throw the book down and march right into their eyes
I'm reduced to almost nothing now
Still, I've apologised
Look out
The sky is knitting
Filling
Creeping in
I don't think it's going to just pass us by
She stands at the door and gets her one thing clear
I'm not my mother nor my aunt
So it's exactly what I mean you little fool if I say I can't
She's shouting down
Over the lawn
And like an army under the door
Slow advancing
How will she sleep tonight with all that commotion going on?
Something's beginning to fall
It's all quiet now
There are bigger disasters
And then they're gone
Into ground and gutters
And out to sea
Swept along with the dirt and leaves
And back up
Back up into thin air