Antonia Four

Go on then be free, you're only skin well toned, who am I to believe, or demand what to say, the only song I own, is down this highway, a tune bittersweet, penetrates my soul, floats on the breeze, who are you to state, the only pain is home, now you're in my face, you smell of the sea, no need to groan, against some rock of eternity, sing as you pray, it’s better than a console, no one makes your day, calls on time to leave, don't really want to know, or care who retrieves, when you throw bones.