Stella

Eyes beat like fireflies, who is the fool, dancing on the bread line, they ask me to play, this Sunday in June, face Up to past games, sunlight on the lilac, turns purple and cool, little faith in signs, crazy side of the Bay, they want me to muse, how they've been betrayed, our family's demise, the money tooled, burned thru their lives, don't ask me to say, every meeting's a duel, am not cut out that way, know whats been done.