Quinley

Don't want to say no , ask you to sign, allay those bitter tones, know what’s at issue, when you burn like fire, set all dreams loose, chances are I’ll follow, kids dancing on a tyre, nowhere else to go , you play at the fool, mouth what is right, I recognise the tune, won't accept this farrago, in morning’s cold light, rooms without windows, places smoky blue, where you lose sight, of what is before you, please let me know, if I’m on your mind, riding high on the blow, not wasting my time.