Naeve

Look down the swollen road, try to look kind, a smile in your code, the stars show the way, a cold white light, you're coming back to stay, no need for a loan, you've walked the miles, what you don't owe, there’ll be no claims, your face is alive, you know what to save, through broken windows, your eyes shine, for that other show, future days, won't tarnish the fire, from being away, so here you go, home for a drop of wine, before the cock crows, no longer a child.