Nadia Three

You stretch the sunny days, smile an absent stream, now you're on your way, don’t bring me bad news, like a losing team, or say you know what to do, lying in the rain, by St Brendan’s quay, it kills me to see you again, there’s a spirit in you, that’s hard to release, a parish of broken rules, I’ll work and save, whatever the need, but always feel your nails, the lovers you took, made you dream, now you're just cool, meeting in a warm cafe', bridge of burned-out feelings, you sip warm tea and cakes, something’s missing.