Brittle bones
You who stand alone
Tie off your shoes
And warm your toes
Strike the air
But no one's there
And the sun is going
Down down down
Broken beads
Your angry sweeps
Shake the night
Til the morning's light
Stamp the sound
Into the ground
And the waves
Finally away the weather he has moved
Down the body here is finally gone somehow
And the world is spinning
Round round round
Straight to the bottle
You're falling down
And it all goes down
And wait bitterness has found
A lazy way down your throat
Oh the barkers now
Are kindly calling out
And the sun is going
Down down and down