Imelda

I can't say let's go, or ask you to align, all those bitter sorrows, what you issue, burning with your fire, no one gets to choose, or chances to follow, on dancing wires, where you won't say No, I can play the fool, echoing what's right, braying like a mule, other than more fandango's, in every dreams cold light, there's a room without windows, a place smoky blue, where you won’t lose sight, of what is true, if you'd let me show, what I had in mind, riding out the blow, checking in the time.