Eline

Lit up like some ocean bar, within the hurricane zones, I search for forgotten laws, only fools pay their dues, let you drink alone, leave me here to stew, you can only go so far, before the lining folds, start to shine the parts, even without a feud, on throwaway 'phones, my ravaged face turns Blue, your hair is like tar, Saints reveal their bones, where’s he gone your Da, this trail is well used, far away from home, does life circle around you, mine is not a lucky star, sometimes hits the right note, this decking for a Spa, tales of love a joke.