Elsie Crashed the Party - Thin White Rope

A round of loud birds, a round of scaly bends

A round like trench warfare and my brother’s back again

Elsie crashed the party in a homemade leather dress

My love and I build her a sled and dragged her to her rest

All the cities on the edge of the land

Where salty waves push sand under the door

Are full of people who don’t understand

Why we have chosen to stay out of the war

These longings drive us to the edge of town

Where old houses may stand or we may knock em down

It isn’t malice, it’s not a game

And not even Elsie will leave as she came

All the cities…

We broke the law and left the porch light on

The sun is brighter than a hydrogen bomb

Thirsty and damaged I answer the door

To Elsie my creation, my creature from the north

All the cities…