Nula

When you talk coastlines, when you chance rain, what is the punchline, don't waste my hours, coming home you say, I’ve brough some flowers, what you think is a lie, you smile at the windowpane, wait for moods to fly, stand there and lower, eyes at some distant train, the suburbs your bower, abridged suits you fine, your Da bears the blame, think of our youngest child, why act like a spy, behind your work days, be witness to the crime, no toll without paying.