Moments til the sentencing.
Love the work that it brings.
The question leaves its mark of coarse,
Hand one out to the in-laws.
Happy snaps in hospitals.
Rubber gloves parade the walls.
Find a shoulder which to cling.
Find a song for us to sing
And wish for something good like
Diamonds on the apple tree.
I'll stop now.
Swaying in the orphans arms.
At least we'll all have a chance to run.
Like running in a bad dream.
I'll stop now.
Swaying in the orphans arms,
Waiting on the one that they call mum.
Movies tell me life is good.
Nineteen- forties Hollywood.
I wonder what she did back then,
Maybe read a book instead.
Something to avoid the war.
Comes back like an encore.
When you make it off the boat,
Motion pictures we will go.
Just
Run.
1 | Are You Finished? |
2 | Stick To A Street Sign |
3 | Not Tonight |
4 | Maybe Next Time |
5 | Camperdown |
6 | In April |
7 | Pyrogirl To Paperboy |
8 | Ghost Thrills |
9 | Second Chance Draw |
10 | By Choice |