Gabriella

When you want to phone, from that airport in Quatar, don’t say love’s a joke, it’s a trail we all use, searching near and far, as life circles 'round us, Saints may reveal their bones, some leave the door ajar, passion never flies alone, who needs a feud, at the blue crowded bar, to know what to do, we aren’t going home, anywhere’s too far, we'll be right along, not a very promising tone, safe within your credit zone, what’s inside us nearly gone, hear the engines roar.