Oona

Lit up like some ocean bar, well within the credit zones, searching for a forgotten Da, only fools pay your dues, let you drink alone, leave you here to stew, you can only wave ta ra, before taking loans, that won't get you far, even without a feud, on throwaway 'phones, your ravaged face is Blue, your hair is like Safa, Saints reveal their bones, songs inside you whisper Nah, your trail is well used, but you won't leave home, life circles around you, yours is not a lucky star, that seeks the right tone, a motorway garage is your Spa, tales of love a joke.