Myriam Two

Fear is dark around the bight, makes me swallow ancient flame, wait for lamps to shine, when I'm near to you, I'm coming back to stay, colour makes for different hues, and this life dead right, it takes a moment to pray, drink a little sweet wine, there are no avenues, I can't explain, trying for good news, laughter's sometimes a bitter rhyme, no one's here to blame, for part of me crying, don't need fire to hide, or put my thoughts away, we'll return on the tide, beyond this moonless night, I need you to state, not remain in silence, we'll go home again.