Fancy

Your moans still leaves me, shivering and blowing, notes from Blues street, they don't bring relief, but a gnawing groan, wasted opportunities, still born fate, a star to call home, that won't reach me anyway, you could hear my dreams, bought with a pay day loan, cried broken homilies, i tried to be gay, before sunrise arose, that fateful Wednesday, torn dress woollen 'kerchief, your wailing tones, dread ruin across your face, jelly for your bones.