Little Comets

Little Comets - One Night In October

Oh language is dead
So she believes
I'm looking up
Socially bereaved
Just like Carlisle
She lies on the border
Disorder surrounds
Her every noun

One Night In October
The clocks go back
And she attacks me oh
Grabbing my left shoulder
Suspects in texts that leave her wrecked-uh-oh
One night in October

I sit her down
And say this must stop
'Cos all we do
Is argue then shop
She goes to Boots
I go to Argos
Complete with deceit
We stalk each aisle

One night in October
She throws a towel, the sink, a scowl-uh-oh
One night in October
With more invective
Than the average detective