It’ll come to me,
In a haze of wine
And stumbled sorries.
It’ll come when the after
has given up it’s fight,
And a hum of necessity
Beats on into the night.
It’ll come to me,
In a haze of wine
And stumbled sorries.
It’ll come when the after
has given up it’s fight,
And a hum of necessity
Beats on into the night.
Lily Portman 