Album: Beating Back the Claws of the Cold
and the brave son, stares at his white bedroom walls
and the brave daughter, knocks on the door in the hall
and the brave son, covers his ears when she calls
and brave daughter, makes conversation and stalls
she tries to get him to come, out where the sharp bullets fly
she knows his self-worth, won't do much against leaden sky
she knows the last thought, he has after each bento box
is of a shark fin, they're circling all subway stops
and that his old man, is ancient and working till death
to keep his clothes on, beneath his prisoner's desk
he's spent the years now, reciting the lyrics of song
he tries to leave now, but somewhere the beat has gone wrong