Lara

In Spring’s wet light, the wind is black and blows, stars come out like ice, no matter how we moan, the chill is fierce and bold, it knows we're not at home, with all our wild delight, and the love to roam, absence features in all goodnights, let love stifle our groans, even on the ‘phone, it’s precious when we’re gone, if different places bring us sight, tell us when we're cold, no matter what our time, in this short credit zone, how did you not know, my name is on what’s loaned, we cannot live alone.