Brittle Bones

Brittle bones, you stand alone
Tie off your shoes and warm your toes
Start the aim, but no one’s there
And the sun is going down, down, down
Broken beast, your angry shrieks
Shake the night, til the morning’s light
Stamp the sound, into the ground
And the waves finally away the weather here’s moving on
Down, the body here is finally gone somehow
And the world is spinning round, round, round
Straight to the bottom, you’re falling down
And it all goes down
Wait, the baroness 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