Orestes

When you waved ta ra, tried to make me shiver, i died at that bar, what you said was rotten, your love of ports and rivers, from your battered car, this lonely beach in my head, your stories all delivered, bottles, tar, tidal wood, your strings of denials, between carpets as my lover, left as reminder, a tide, to forget me when i thirst, or a tale remembered, that you come first, don't disturb lands of la la, or say love’s your ember, Santa Fe, Kobe, Antofagasta, somewhere you'll go under.