Niaim

You wrap time around a wheel, say music is your key, a place to make you keen, your laugh a generous frown, rain sweeps across the lee, you always hear me out, just won't let me sleep, a creature lost in Cafe's, no one to hold the key, your Blues makes it real, a relic of the sea, hoping is not so easy, you make circumstance your own, help me with my history, never just a drop in town, great perspiring oratory, makes no sense to me, without your sweet feeling, a kind or hard necessity.