Top Songs By Headless Relatives
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Seth A Biskind
Songwriter
Lyrics
The fog descends
Hiding the proscenium beyond the window
I can't see anything outside
But I've got nowhere to go anyway
I tidy the kitchen
Clear our the cobwebs I've left too long
Then I put the kettle
Sing along to my favorite song
I haven't felt this unburdened in years
I spend the afternoon pruning the plants
And drowning slugs in beer
Writer(s): Seth Biskind
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