If you happen to read this,
Rose was born
Child actor-ess,
On the fifth day of the snow
Be good or be gone,
Be good or be, be gone
The range is stangering,
Movement and timing
Frame by frame,
It did unfold
Be good or be gone,
Be good or be, be gone
I read to you on saturdays,
Museum has closed down
Sell all your things,
At the end of the drive
Be good or be gone,
Be good or be, be gone
I have become,
An ariel view
Of a coastal town,
That you once knew
Be good or be gone,
Be good or be, be gone