Yana

A tune as sweet as sunday, to settle in our bones, help us bless the way , we sit on side fair game, leave us well alone, all our friends the same, before they make us face, bitter seeds they've sown, at least show us grace, my eyes have gone tame, all the love we've known, turn it into shame, how we need to praise, when you deal with stones, that crack and wash away, won't make a gaunt face, use fake promissory notes, a moon let's us slay, your callow jokes.