Amy

Is it love of rain, or a burning pyre, you pray against, sitting in the gloom, asking who;s for hire, no one leaves this room, if there's problems look away, listening to the criers, habits not easy to break, to do what you do, your eyes seek the wire, they were never blue, give offerings to the saved, provide ice cold ire, nothing is what you gave, whispering at my perfume, provides a coat to lie in, songs you sing never true, defiled by trains, your tongue is a liar, the miracles you crave, beyond any fire.