Natalie

He holds the door ajar, hair falls to my knees, it doesnt go very far, I sit around a Pool, wind rustles in the trees, who needs this news, they ask about my Da, he's just another wheeze, lonely as a shooting star, all the money he screwed, took him out to sea, the way they punish fools, home is another car, furnished by my Ma's sigh, a place of stolen parts, do not want these fueds, forget the hurt released, that's for another you, he crosses to the bar, regards the evening sea, wish it could be more, love let's me dream.