Sarah

It's quiet here now, after years of the need, my face smooth as stone, I still see the place, where praise be, my soul will be saved, we arrived on the blow, to this shiny new café’, why God only knows, grant me the days, where I can act carefree, not hemmed by ingrates, men with barren tones, say have one on me, cry on my shoulder, plead for a stay, they’re here for a reason, to me it’s the same, in the blue dawn, bells ring exclusively, I make my way home, over there is the sea.