Simon Three

Who will break the news, struggling to escape, about the stuff you blew, no horizon's so bright, if your mark’s a stain, you' who are always right, don’t make life a curfew, be frightened of the waves, know just what to do, it nearly is the time, you hear a donkey bray, sit by the fire, before sunrise due, your tears seep away, no one can reach you, ever wondered why, you pine for the day, the long silent night, often bears some truth, that a fortune lies at bay, rain falls on the roof, it sounds ok.