40 Days

Sister’s moving down
Closing up the alleyways
Sing songs and saying I am wholesale
Sister’s in the boardroom
Checking out the chimney sweep
Laying carpet down and giving up hope
It’s sort of lonely, it’s what remains
Saddle up and bring your sorry stains
Licking up the seaside this couch
Was wrong and I’ve been holding on
40 days now
What’s in store
Sister’s on your pillow