Marina

How d'you call this news, those troubled nights, as if you knew, and the different crews, left hanging on the line, they loved you too, fire burns in the grate, don't tell me how to cry, for those who came too late, it isn't them you fool, dying in the tide, those who cared for you, no matter what you use, however you may try, hope is not immune, who cares what is fake, something's deep inside, not a household name, the cabin sings your blues, pillows furl beneath the sky, death brings no easy due, even where you lie.