Trifles

Waiting on small things
Waiting for a cause to come
Sunday is a treasure
But somethings got to go
Someone was lazy
Someone was around for too long
Kindness is a bright girl
Got it all in control

Singing on her grave
Sung over better times
Someone was ratting
Got concrete shoes in the bay

You’d never tell
You never tell
You’ve got iron ears

Sleeping like a carcass
Waiting on bus stops
Down was the new right
The biggest ship ever caught
I lay in your bed
These times you’re not hеre
I was the crowd
You wore thе crown here

You’d never tell
You never tell

There in a light house
See myself far away
Seeing us from a distance
You’re holding me firm from behind

The tide is rising
Loudly soaring
Nothing is static
Nothing is steady now
All things change
But some people stay the same Slipping out a back door
Something had to go