Fara

You scream the news, in troubled nights, as if you knew, all the different songs, left hanging on the line, you let loose and gone, fire burns in the flue, don't tell me how to cry, when you sing the blues, it’s not me who's locked, swimming against the tide, losing everything lost, no matter what you use, however hard you try, no one is immune, who cares who is crocked, something deep inside, shines outside my shock, I won't hit that tune, clouds furl the sky, death brings no easy due, especially if you lie.