Static Saturday

Rose Elinor Dougall
Wake up in the morning,
Face the debris from the night before,
Walk down to the kitchen,
The state of which says it all.
We've got a long way to go,
We've a long long way.
How strange, that from fifteen feet,
I sought you out, from fifteen feet.
Don't get any less lovely while I'm gone, oh,
Don't get any less lovely whilte I'm gone.
We've got a long way to go,
There's a long, long way.