Ollie

Stumbled steps at evening, heart beats like a train, shallow ocean breathing, you could give a whistle, by some stunted door frame, I'd stand there twisted, wish more than anything, this was a different game, to prevent those scenes, the sight of you regretful, leaving from the station, a face torn and fretful, it's fame on cafe ceilings, that baritone serenade, can't you spare my feelings, you journey is by ship, carried on the sea lanes, please remember my lips, in Operas you name.