Fion

Please don't act all fine, playing your games, somewhere you’ll do time, you’ll sing the blues, on some lousy bedframe, it's always you, that never turns out right, far away from pain, sleeping bad, drinking wine, what a cretin’s tune, I’m coming home you say, call that good news, naked to your crimes, no light across the plain, you’ve lost your own design, howling out your truth, on some dismal train, words bear bitter fruit, when you talk coastlines, dancing in the rain, remember all your lies, baby think again.