Sandy Two

When you start to say, I always dance alone, please give me a break, sit by the fire, don't make a run, you’re not a flyer, not a second to waste it's lonely on stones, an Iliad from home, listening to the cryers, our bed’s rough-hewn, calms all desires, bring us our day, not a long megaphone, where we can bray, we are not like Sapphires, we’ll never atone, draw air to the pyre, it'll be our holiday, so far from Athlone, won't inquire about pain, or where we’re going.