Nicola

Remember who plays that tune, take your lovely time, only you know what’s true, those who are always bound. lost in their own designs, sleepwalk to the sound, it’s a face that haunts you, forgives every generous lie, makes the past seem true, you lie awake with clowns, shudder with each fresh wine, knock engagements down, a detective’s roving purview, can’t erase the signs, nails you to golden platitudes, here in this lonely town, it draws in the fire, ties your golden gowns leaves you at the crime .