Raymond Four

Bellow at some cause betrayed, conceal the bitter holy things, take them to your grave, can you afford the Blues, where everyone's your cling, notes come just on cue, what a song they make, a curdled love of dying, everyone knows your fate, smoke cigarettes in the dunes, when called upon to bring, life to such a hula-hoop, watch ships in the bay, you really want to fling, salt to heartaches far away, but a child brand new, laughs at everything, even if it isn't true, don’t gamble all and say, love to me is nothing, can’t cheat the turning page, find a place to sing.