Fiona

i'm not a fool to fawn, before altars or anything like that, my heart beats without scorn, i want to tell the sea, from my roaring raft, there's still a need to dream, spirit an ancient worm, from our little chats, sail into a perfect calm, need to spell this clearly, roar like a big cat, say this's not some scheme, from a love that's torn, losing life on the flat, my giving isn't done, ride rails, fly across dawn, adjust my Ray Bans, this girl's coming home, gallop through a field of corn, my lover asks, dance like you were never born, how's that a gas ?