Victor

We stretch out sunny days, your smile's an absence seen, now you're going away. you bring me the news, like a gunman's face, when you know the truth, falling with the rain, on St Anthony's quay, it kills then leaves again, looking for something in you, a need to find some ease, no more village blues, tho' I work and save, whenever there's a need, I always feel the nail, the love we tooled, always makes you queen, but now you're cool, meeting friends in warm cafe's, a burned out empty feeling, maybe hot tea and cakes, something leaking.