Tilly

The turn of lovely days, graze our great freedom, a brimming river estuary, streets and diners come awake, a sense of scholastic ease, sunlit time is breaking, not really home we pray, catch stupid yellow dreams, conjure with our brains, where does debt get paid, beneath cool trees, blue drinks served on trays, Our lady shows the way, beat your heart these seasons, luck is what you crave, departing's an awful strain, bells ring out to sea, another time to go away, will we ever be released?