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 dont think it's going to just pass 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 when 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 quiet now, there are bigger disasters
and they they're gone into the ground and gutters and out to sea
Swept along with the dirt and leaves
and back up back up into thin air