Simon Three

Who will break your news, struggling to escape, all the stuff you blew, no horizon's bright, if your mark’s a stain, and you're always right, don’t make life a curfew, be frightened of the waves, knowing what to do, it nearly is the time, hear a donkey bray, you sit by the fire, before sunrise is due, your tears seep away, no one can reach you, ever wondered why, people pine for the day, after long silent nights, if your moans are true, a fortune lies at bay, rain falls on the roof, it sounds OK.