Sandy Two

When you start to say, why I always swim alone, just give me a break, sit on the wire, don't make a run, you’re not a flyer, not a second to waste it's lonely on stones, but more to my taste listening to the cryers, our bed’s rough-hewn, it calms all desires, give us our day, not a long megaphone, where we can bray, we are not like Sapphires, we’ll never atone, draw air to the fire, it'll be our holiday, so far from an Iliad, won't inquire about gain, or where we’re going.