996-Deborah Henson Conant

Grandpa's house lay a bit embattered. The family split up since his burial. Bitter fights over the family business. I tell ya, if he were here today... He'd say life compared to death Is so surreal. My dreamhouse burns to ashes Everynight before the dawn. sA I rummage through and find a familiar Bone to carry on. All those Memories I thought were long gone. I got to let them alone. Let them Alone Chorus: And all that you have. Is easily taken. All that you give. Usually mistaken. Take off your dresses Lay naked on the bed... The Trickle Down System Comes a pouring into Your head. When we were younger, we were more Like purveyors: Purverse, Purposeful. And full of neglect. These days we Have been reduced to Surveyors: More Severe, More Soulful, and Actually capable of some respect. Chorus: Take off your uniform. Passed the point of no return. Ashes to ashes. return to cinder. Maybe I'm a ponderer... Sweet drunk On a pond of her tears. Chorus: Take off everything.