Martha Three

Living here's no paradise, it never makes the news, people here aren’t nice, could as well be jail, stars and sea like glue, love's a broken gate, all we want's a better life, accept what we can do, need a little respite, my songs are well regaled, the arias too, not pity that I crave, this is how it lies, little pieces made for you, don't ask me why, what has been created, boils away like stew, I’m not an easy gaze, home’s no searchlight, where it beams on truth, naked street nights, pretty hues.