Vida

Don't care how I rage, in winter's iron claw, you can’t beat the cage, there's not many tunes, in spring's shallow maw, clouds ride blue moons, work is just a game, not everyone's your whore, puts salt on my tail, song's ring out on cue, what a cache they hoard, smokers trick to use, coffee times in train, it’s all such a bore, can't love break away, somehow light the fuse, no one finds the door, conceal bitter feuds, who is there to blame, why make them roar, I've played all my games, shouts ring the shore.