Brittle Bones - The Family Crest

Brittle bones, you stand alone

Tie off your shoes and warm your toes

Start the aim, but no one’s there

And the sun is going down, down, down

Broken beast, your angry shrieks

Shake the night, til the morning’s light

Stamp the sound, into the ground

And the waves finally away the weather here’s moving on

Down, the body here is finally gone somehow

And the world is spinning round, round, round

Straight to the bottom, you’re falling down

And it all goes down

Wait, the baroness has found a lazy way down your throat

Oh, the barkers now are kindly calling out

And the sun is going

Down, down, and down