Maria

Your star is coming home, beside a policeman's light, picked up from laid prone, whisper out your love, drink on throwaway nights, your ravaged face a moon, saints reveal their bones, you only want to fight, leads you to booze alone, alcoves shine with doves, it's useless just to cry, better pray to those above, buy fresh linen and cologne, try to treat me right, it'll give you more scope, do you bring any good, millions live and die, many without roof or wood, luminous at my door, you wobble by their side, beyond the credit zones, I wait up all night.