Quiana

Love holds the door ajar, hair falls to my knees, it doesnt go very far, you sit around a Pool, wind bends in the trees, who needs this news, they ask about your Da, just another wheeze, lonely as a shooting star, the money he tooled, and didnt show much mercy, punishing other fools, home's another carp, furnished by mother's cries, a place of stolen parts, including you, you fool, forget the hurt he seized, there's another you, that sits across the bar, regards the evening sea, wish it could be more, love let's me dream.