Tamsin

My lover asks, were you ever born, how come nothing lasts, where are your ghosts, the dreams you have torn, that won't leave you alone, I adjust my glasses, stroll through a field of corn, I know my past, don't ever throw stones, at what you've known, it helps you to grow, I like the chit chat, am not a fool don't fawn, before anything like that, with me in your bones, I can create a storm, every tune has a tone, the clue's in the mask, where no one's forlorn, a heart without scorn, I'm built to last.