Vita

Put me on the train, I can hardly speak, you listen to the rain, get me to sunlit avenues, not a roof that leaks, forget all the bad news, Paris or Marseilles, anywhere that doesn't sleep, I’ve had enough of jakes, pray you’ll see me soon, before I start to creak, in your lavender rooms, please don’t mark this day, when crazy inner needs, come out to play, the station magnolias bloom, love drips in the trees, soaked they’re out of tune, can you hear the sea?