Irene

We're not your drip, within a big sea, the yellow light bid, what about your lover, with all her surly needs, does she have your number, what you need to live, alongside your greed, money can'tmint, is the edge of wonder, your grant of disbelief, makes you flounder, painted stones pieces of drift, lay at your feet, now you've been tripped, a slave encumbered, lifetime of tumbleweed, instead of sweet slumber, you leave us in sin, a life gone to seed, but we won't give in. are more than need.