her little cosmos - The Low Anthem

Pink’s for the girls

Blue’s for the boys

On two feet of string

And a of Elmer’s glue

She sits them orbiting

We made our way home

Through the wax and snow

Of arcadian car wash (0hhohoo)

Hands and sponges swished

Our tongues with twist

The wealth wilderness

Lovers do room out there

See the stop shops

Down The dollar binned records (papapap pipipip)

In a place we serve justice

In a coward door

With her inconsolate black eyes

All the darkened symptoms

The Spiral of style

In the dress in

She catches her old eye

Her little cosmos

Her little cosmos