They settle on down and sit all of their own – absolute discord swarming
For there will come a distant time right this minute when everything goes up in holy smoke
A husband-wife team far too keen on appearing to be utter perfection
Meaning something to everybody
‘Til the followers get to have their very own day in the rain-soaked sun – quenched right out when everything seemed rather roasting
Left but a ghost of their former selves
A knife right through a pair of all too hardened hearts
Faces down now upon their table, dealt the wrong cards altogether