Quella

When you talk coastlines, when you feel rain, remember this time, don't try to pay my fine, coming home you say, we don't need to downsize, smile down the line, wait for a dismal train, passengers like needles in sunshine, feted for your crimes, a bridge across the plain, lost in your own designs, it never turns out right, our youngest is a vagrant, sleeping, drinking wine, church bells ring and chime, please do realise your games, somewhere a solace flies, far away from pain.