Sean Two

Your kisses leave me, shivering on the train, tongues beset by family, your wailed news, runs dead across my face, more jelly for the blues, who knows what to believe, but a growing grain, of blessed relief, who bears the crew, to these dockside gates, they always face the truth, a swollen handkerchief, a stillborn fate, a star across the sea, you wouldn't believe how cruel, life can be, before sunrise looms, but your tears can't reach, me on my way, don't spoil my dreams, this November day.