THE LAWN

Lyrics

Hands clasped as we wait alone We wait alone We scan the path for some final sign One final time I write my signature, so hesitant With a shaking pen I co-sign on the market You floated me the loan I should've planned a flower You never move alone Clotheslines a final time Make sure the gas is on Dim lights, lock tight The windows and the door Foreclose our dreams Slip into something comfortable Modest, affordable Let's torch it for insurancе Burn good things Dead and gone Let's hidе and wait for sirens And fret about the lawn