Karen

You wait for my duress, and take me for your needs, spit saliva at the crest. children left without success, this cabin is your creed, you only crave excess, sobbing with the tide, power is your creed, across this shining coastline, my dreams echo bush land, of wine dark desert scree, Murray river's far command, we bathed and drank all evening, but you don't want to see, the wounds of my history, bewitched by my concordat, they'll tie my feet and spurn me, know i'm better than that, love lies weeping.