Jonie

With your love of horse, a needling desire, it brings no remorse, the tide's never easy, how different midnight, to shoulder burdens we carry, the offerings of a catechism, an ice cold fish knife, cuts my dawn resistance, the demons need feeding, on starlit signs, but who hears my pleading, we play off the Bourse, our situation dire, who’ll show us the course, at ourselves as we scream, love breaks the line, friends play mean, do we ride the lightning ?