Cannon March (Ohbijou)

Snow is falling in lightning flash In the morning we wake to thunder blasts It's so mild the dogs march in, deflating circles till the sun breaks in I lost my journal but I'm certain that a thief is after my most secret past To broadcast in twilight my buzzing mind Creates this nonsense turns my neglect into crime My mother tries to keep the pace with rush hour ladies who aren't afraid to shoot their arrows at the good name she built with cannons and subtle grace Listen now to these sounds All I have oh these sounds Mother shoot those cannons off, destroy this wicked place The winter brings peculiar things to thaw and leave no trace