Simon

I wonder if she's right, to dream of the sea, lilac as the night, she’ll dance and parade, make faces at the enemy, her soul works this way, the shouts and the fights, stake her release, time is her lightning, he r eyes bear the fray, it’s cold in the season, she wants away, what comes down the wire, before she flees, is tossed in the fire, she carries no dismay, is done with feelings, what are they anyway, bags weigh heavy at night, no fun to believe, we’ll always be tight, she’ll always love me.