Lana

Gnaw at some cause betrayed, conceal the bitter holy things, take them to your grave, maybe you afford the Blues, everyone's your cling, notes come just on cue, what a song they make, a curdled love they bring, everyone loves your face, you are a child brand new, laughter is a wedding ring, love is someone true, smoke cigarettes in the rain, when called upon to sing, this life is such a game, watching ships in the bay, you really love this thing, salt and heartache far away, but gamble it all and say, life to me is nothing, you won't kid the calendars page, or winter's iron thawing.