Katie Three

Sometimes I ask why, can we ever atone, when stars burn like ice, It would be great, to light our bitter home, night and day, but not blessed with foresight, the wind runs cold, you pour another wine, are kids and dogs your game, your eyes look old, listen just the same, when you hear me cry, don’t ask too much of love, it's not enough to sigh, hammer shiny nails, help me with the loans, this place is not a jail, no matter how we fight, or beat our yellow bones, we can do what’s right, quietly in the zone.