Delaney

My lips need to show, , how we're all flawed, it's something to know, love rides a lilac sea, whoever takes the tour, comes back with me, life means to grow , between furious pause, no time to go slow, my song's like a reed, it pipes out for more, gentle quiet scenes, come slip into my zone, like you used to before, love brings good mojo, knowledge that's real, loss falls to the floor, how good you'll feel, it'll buff up your tones, give succour to the poor, temper your groans, call out the score.

Charlotte

What hurts deep inside, something in your face, my eyes devoid of pride, what you need to know, no longer is the case, wrapped in dollar notes, new to me these lies, to see your heart break, faithless turn of tide, a million ways to show, can see the Lunar waste, but nowhere else to go, desolate in my cries, sunk by rotten gain, I own up to the crime, how the wind blows, will eat grass in jail, my lips pale as snow, no time to step aside, quaff my cold Champagne, won't give reasons why, I'd do it all again.

Bodie

Summer's cost us dear deflated by the news, broken sump fall near, others might real moan, blow into their dukes, tik tok their phones, happy that we're square, doom doom more doom, is it better over there, we'll sit on our bones, forget the ocean blues, never come to blows, why sit and shed tears, let others stay glued, faces bereft of cheer, live life on our boat, like far horizon seers, dream of places to go, laugh we're still here.

Our Cargo Party: Ava

Our Cargo Party: Ava: Always ask what's new, but never hold the door, stuff arrives on cue, do you ever say please, divined by any score, never a sense of...

Our Cargo Party: Ava

Our Cargo Party: Ava: Always ask what's new, but never hold the door, stuff arrives on cue, do you ever say please, divined by any score, never a sense of...

Our Cargo Party: Ava

Our Cargo Party: Ava: Always ask what's new, but never hold the door, stuff arrives on cue, do you ever say please, divined by any score, never a sense of...

Our Cargo Party: Ava

Our Cargo Party: Ava: Always ask what's new, but never hold the door, stuff arrives on cue, do you ever say please, divined by any score, never a sense of...