Having bled the blues
Tear the world and twist it to their use Either I’m the weather
Or your sky is bare
Thought I saw a twinkle in your eye –
Do I stare?
Have a seat; have another
The table’s set for two
A confidence grinding into gruel
Oh, he’s cruel
Hope you’re seeing beauty
Through the blackout air
A continent of children trapped
And mothers scared
Life ain’t fair
Here and now
Seal the doubt
Burn it down
Burn that frown
To the ground
Live without
Live without
Love whatever the drugs allow.
