Sara

Since we've been away, don't know what to do, but each night pray, break the maddened stone, I’ll finish it for you, have we still a home, to keep the time of day, ask what makes US true, nothing more to say, you always have to smoke, somehow play the fool, laugh like a bag of bones, the walls are turning grey, Gin is not my ruin, we've eaten all the cake, confined within this choke, there’s little more to do, golden as we draw broke, let the joy of praise, ride the crest of moon, our horizons fall away, taken as our due.