Della

Lit up at some ocean bar, within the hurricane zones, searching forgotten odds, only dumbo's pay their dues, make you drink alone, leave you here to stew, we can only go so far, before the evening folds, to bring out dodgy cards, even without a feud, on throwaway 'phones, my ravaged face turns Blue, your hair is like tar, Saints reveal their bones, we've so gone afar, the trail is well used, far away from home, life circles around us, ours is not a lucky star, whenever we are smote, hotels offer us a Spa, journeys of love bespoke.