Joanna

Eyes beat like fireflies, you are no one's fool, they dance like satyrs, jingle on the snowline, this cold winter noon, the mountain’s like wine, sunlight bathes our ties, we’re 28 and cool, it gets us by, on track iron or trainside, down the country’s blues, leaves no time for crying, our family's plight, a suffering misfortune, doesn’t give us sleepless nights, we’re poor and just carryon, no need to be cruel, we’ll party like its Oberon, play all of the tunes.