Iona Four

Love holds the door ajar, your hair falls down the line, you don't get very far, but sit around a Pool, bendy trees sing in time, can you hear their news, talk about Da, just another wine, lonely as a shooting star, the money he tooled, in a poor jaded light, even more the fool, buy another car, furnish mother's lies, no room for scars, flayed by their rules, forget the hurt inside, that other part of you, taps on the bar, sees the morning rise, hit the highway burning tar, who needs your eyes ?.