Post by Stout Roost on Mar 1, 2010 15:49:23 GMT -5
It’s a beat to die for.
Somewhere inside,
Hidden in darkness,
We hope not to
Catch its rhythm.
We are staccato-legged
Clef-eared and hammer-hearted,
There is something downstairs.
Coming up,
Coming this way,
Humming an out-of-tune,
Monotone
There’s a creek
At the door
We jig out the window
And onto the roof
For one last dance
Before our song changes.
Somewhere inside,
Hidden in darkness,
We hope not to
Catch its rhythm.
We are staccato-legged
Clef-eared and hammer-hearted,
There is something downstairs.
Coming up,
Coming this way,
Humming an out-of-tune,
Monotone
There’s a creek
At the door
We jig out the window
And onto the roof
For one last dance
Before our song changes.