Riley

You scream bad news, in troubled nights, as if you really knew, all the different tones, left hanging on the line, the loving naoled now gone, flame bursts up the flue, don't tell me how to cry, while you turn and look, it’s not me you locked, swimming against the tide, everything held and lost, no matter what you do, however you may try, no one is immune, who cares who gets phoned, something deep inside, shines outside my home, enough really of your blues, pillows furl the sky, death brings no easy due, even when you die.