Saphie Four

Since you've been away, I don't know what to do, but each night pray, you’ll break the maddened stone, I’ll finish it for you, no one’s still at home, to keep the time of day, see what makes it true, nothing more to say, you always have to smoke, somehow play the fool, laugh like a bag of stones, the walls have turned grey, Gin is not my ruin, you've eaten all the cake, confined within this space, there’s little more to sew, gilded as a fallen flake, we ride the joy of praise, see the creep of moon, our horizons fall away, take them as our due.