Udella

Did you fake your everything, gamble on your cheek bones, just to make bells ring, your girl’s say, you could have had a throne, troubles all scattered away, was it different with underlings, dancing fools called to atone, you dismissed as has been, who call you out to play, sing songs drink full on, set images only you can take, the calendar sings, waves of arrangements and moans, smells of river and lost things, you know it’s been coming, blowing cigarettes like coals, sucking on tangerines, chasing angels down the road.