Asunder

The seven-year itch has come for the middle class father to some
 Castle built from sand and stone Is now crumbling into the dust
 Evening time has come
 Tuck the children in and steal the sun
 Execute the plan, make no mistakes
 Should we just refrain or start again?
 Love is relative
 But are relatives so loved that a father or mother won't take a sister or brother
 Cut bait and move on?
 Carry on
 Let no man put asunder
 I'm gonna love you 'till you're six feet under
 For seven years, bitch and moan
 And coming through the door, following on
 Take the time to bond and play before a tired mind gets to unwind
 Evening time has come
 Tuck the children in and steal the sun
 Execute the plan, make no mistakes
 Should we just refrain or start again?
 Love is relative
 But are relatives so loved that a father or mother won't take a sister or brother
 Cut bait and move on?
 Carry on
 Let no man put asunder
 I'm gonna love you 'till you're six feet under