Ophelia

A worn-out empty feeling, hot kitchen's footache, something inside me creaking, he brings me the news, with a doctor’s face, when you know the truth, but here is the sea, light sharp blue unfazed, treasures this old Queen, imagine finding someeone new, dying to get away, playing Delta Blues, I'll saunter down the street, work is good for saving, blow it like a leaf, am sat here in perdue, it's looking like rain, who neesd broken avenues, I'll head to Spain. .