Arnaud

Shadows make strokes, against the falling rain, shocked that i'm broke, echoes of an empty disease, a doctor's sad holiday, is no news to me, at St Anthony’s alone, loss brings no certainty, when your seeking a loan, songs of a dismal diagnosis, lonely trains, whistle and moan, to beg again, love gone on 'planes, or down the Freeway, the marking of zones, shades the infirmary, it cradles my bones, I'm a generous soul, reclaimed from the cafe's, and i like to joke, make chancer's pay.