Gloria

If I was on my toes around your fire, why be so morose, what is it you refuse, is me in that choir, my voice losing, another chance to show, balancing on strange wires, what I need to glow, now I'm just the fool, the one who enquires, who pays for these jewels, lessens pain more than now, exposes all the liars, by my age alone, blood is a smoky blue, why don’t you require, me to tell the truth, my God i look old, you don't need a sire, to say c'mon old bones, let's fix your tyres.