Sister Macbeth

Riding Home
With all my little fiends
Excalibur
Upon the back seat
Flashing Alarms
Muted Barns
A slow departure
Broken Arms
Reach out for our brother
Left in the snow
Slain By the sister
Until he grows old
Colour in the carpet
Under the television
An out of date Computer
Running on your symptom
Speeding Through
The open fields
Wolves Hunting
At the Rear
Her hair flicks
In the wind
Broken Volvo
Stupid grin
Reach out for our brother
Left in the snow
Slain By the sister
Until he grows old
Colour in the carpet
Under the television
An out of date Computer
Running on your symptom
Talking about kurt
i'll keep quiet but my legs hurt
And i walk funnier when wearing those jeans
They've been ripped apart at the seems
Last October Feels a century ago
Twelve months slip into haze
We get Older
We got older
Your Jolting start
Swords in arms
Her careful conflict
I'm a blade of grass
Reach out for our brother
Left in the snow
Slain by the sister
Until he grows old
Colour in the carpet
Under the television
An out of date Computer
Running on your symptom