Firehouse
God Alone
In the corners of the drywall, flames blacken a growing stain. While the floor is aging with and increasing groan. I can’t believe it hasn’t burnt down / after all the fires in the hall. Seek shelter underground / head down to the basement. Have at it, drunk man – rage at your wife. My older sister holds all of us tight. Have at it, drunk man – rage at your wife / not every father can get it right. Not every father can get it right.
compositores: God Alone
compositores: God Alone

