Lia

Am pretty sure of what to do, around your knees, a tattered sheepskin warms you, birds cling to the ferry, passion no longer creases me, we hardly go on holiday, your lover and your son, say I'm not easy, well, what's done is done, interesting but uncaring, you'd never fight for me, water brings other yearnings, which is sad but true, when orange lights the sea, I’m not thinking of you, this night of coming liberty, I'll drink Merlot and breathe, lend you to your family, set my spirits free.