Maria

Beat at my walls, tilt against the rain, hover at infirmary's door, thank god you’re home, it is to my shame, I always need to roam, what am I doing this for, forever gone by train, am not wanted by the law, can't say I atone, dance away the strain, know love is not a loan, you look at the score, my face a savage shade, you will pay you roar, don't spit in ticket halls, screech out your disdain, you're not needed anymore, I'm on the highway.