Robert Two

Gnaw at cause betrayed, charter bitter holy things, clutch them at your grave, maybe you afford the truth, everyone's your cling, notes arrive just on cue, what a song they make, some curdled love they bring, everyone hides their face, you are a child of few, laughter is a wedding ring, who murders contrite news, smoke cigarettes in the rain, when called upon to sing, life is no field day, watching ships in the nude, you really love this training, salt blows away the Blues, gamble it all and say, life to me is nothing, can't kid bleak calendars page, or bright untidy coffin.